From the formal gardens of England to the wild coast of Scotland. Beautiful northern light, and moss (you know how I love that moss!). Most of my time there was spent working in a windowless basement archive, my head bend over antique volumes, desperately trying to block out images of the brilliant blue sky above ground. But, there were long lunchtime walks, fish and chips in one hand, camera in the other. And if I fell in love in England, then I left my heart in Scotland.