In the summer of 2006, my husband and I visited Scotland for the first time. The open spaces, the heathered hills, the misty skylines....it was enchanting. For both of us it was a visit to our roots, the country from which our ancestors came.
The first place we travelled to was the Isle of Skye on Scotland's ruggedly beautiful west coast. The drive to Skye takes you through impressive hills of every shade of green you can imagine. Later, as we drove through the highlands, the hills changed from green to purple. We were surrounded by heather! But it wouldn't be until I visited my grandfather's home villiage, Tillicoultry, that the determination to create an entire line of work around the colours of the heather would settle firmly in my mind. When I was there I climbed up the Glen of the Ochil Hills. Where the tree line stopped I found myself surrounded by heather in full bloom. The lilt of Grandpa's voice became the soundtrack to this precious moment in time when this line of work was born.