A few weekends ago, The Glasshouse were so kind as to invite Adam and I to stay. On the day we arrived, Mother Nature chose to send a downpour of biblical proportions and we quite literally washed up in the foyer, Scottish summertime at its very best. Needless to say, when we arrived in our room to find a warming dram o' whiskey and a tray of freshly baked shortbread it was a much welcomed treat. After we had dried of a little and explored the bounteous suit, we moved to the bar to sit in front of the open fire and indulge in my country's best offerings.
Once warm, dry and a perhaps a little tipsy, I was straight in the gigantic bath amidst a clouds of bubbles. Is there anything more satisfying than a long hot bath on a rainy day? Simple pleasures... Simple pleasures...
After much priming and preening I changed into my favourite TBA dress and we shared a bottle of champagne on the balcony before heading out for dinner. I must admit that it is quite a disconcerting feeling, being a tourist in your hometown but at the same time pleasantly refreshing.
Next morning I stubbornly refused to get out of bed choosing instead to luxuriate in the worlds most comfortable (aswell as quite possibly the worlds biggest) bed accompanied by pancakes with bacon and maple syrup and one of my favourite books, Love in a Cold Climate. All the while romanticising about how lovely it would be to live in a hotel like Eloise or Royal Tenenbaum. Only then it was back to reality - racing to get ready, stuffing everything back in my suitcase before heading out onto the glorious roof terrace to take these pictures and one final look over Edinburgh's Georgian rooftops and the storm clouds gathering over the Firth.
If you would like to see some more pictures of the Aberlour Suit, you can see a few more on Wayward Daughter's Facebook page.