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Issue 46 - A fond farewell

Scotland Magazine Issue 46
August 2009


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A fond farewell

Sally Toms steps down as Editor

I must apologise if I come across a bit nostalgic this time... it’s because, after five years of service, this is my last ever issue of Scotland Magazine. I’m off in search of new adventures, but I’m leaving you in the capable hands of my friend and colleague, Rob Allanson, the current editor of our sister title Whisky Magazine.

We have a fantastic team working behind the scenes here at Paragraph, and I would like to thank them all. I’m very proud of this magazine, and it is entirely down to their hard work, and to the knowledge and enthusiasm of every one of our contributors. I would also like to thank you for reading, and for all your kind letters and comments (and for never failing to pull me up short when I make a mistake!) This magazine has given me so many pleasant memories: shooting clays from a snowy hilltop in Speyside; attempting to ride a horse along an Ayrshire beach in the pouring rain; getting up close to the naval helicopter on the ferry to Arran; salmon fishing in the Tay; the Fringe Festival; exploring the many beaches and caves on Scotland’s north coast, and kayaking in the sea lochs on the west; and, of course, plenty of food and drink among the very best of company.

I know for certain, now, that Scottish food is among the finest in the world; from every tiny Michelin starred-morsel, to fish and chips from the wrapper by the sea; from venison in my favourite Edinburgh restaurant, to licking the spoon in Sue’s kitchen after the shoot for the food photographs.

The lingering memory thread through all of this is of hospitality.

Whether it was the taxi driver who drove me out of his way, at no charge, just to show me a part of his city. Or anyone who has ever found and returned any of my personal effects, which I tend to leave like a trail of breadcrumbs wherever I go. Or the hotel owners who wouldn’t hesitate to ring up a gallery or garden, out of season, to ask if they wouldn’t mind opening up just for us.

There was no special treatment involved, it had nothing to do with me or the magazine and everything to do with the proud, warm, hospitable nature of the Scots. If you have travelled much in Scotland, I know you will have experienced it too. And that this is just one of many things that keeps pulling you back.