In my mind, Scotland is the land of cruel misconceptions and nasty national clichés. I’d spent my life being told that Scots were stingy, unfriendly, ugly and hard to understand. So, one day I decided to pack my bags and go find out for myself, and hopefully meet William Wallace, bagpipes, kilts, haggis, whisky and all things Scottish along the way.
We stumbled upon Hogsback, which lies in the Amathole (Xhosa for ‘calves’) mountains of the Eastern Cape, without having planned it. It was amidst another uncertain lockdown with some provincial closures, schools closed and uncertainty around whether we should even be travelling. We missed the main road into Hogsback and