Matthew Hay

Jul 17, 2024 | inkcapjournal.co.uk | Eva Clifford |Ameena Rojee |Matthew Hay |Victoria Bennett

Meet the island community that saved an ancient sheep Members only Members only Wolf watching in the Scottish Highlands in 2044 Members only Members only 'An Orkney Miracle Drink': How wildflowers heal us, inside and out Members only Members only The ancient crop providing hope to islanders – and humanity Members only Members only How to eat like a Climavore Members only Members only ‘Storm worse than ever today’: how schoolteachers tracked weather in the Outer Hebrides Members only Members...

Mar 20, 2024 | inkcapjournal.co.uk | Matthew Hay

Both my companion and I gratefully accepted a plastic mug, into which our guide poured a Highland single malt. ‘Slàinte,’ she said, and we all raised our mugs to acknowledge the toast. ‘To 2044 being a better year than the last.’I lifted the mug to my lips to drink, but before I’d managed to take a sip, our guide hissed at us: ‘Shhh! Did you hear that?’I hadn’t heard anything and my companion shook his head.

Sep 13, 2023 | inkcapjournal.co.uk | Matthew Hay

By the time he died, in 1977, Seton had become a cult figure for the hardy band who followed in his footsteps, his trademark image – tall, kilted, wearing a deerstalker cap – etched into the minds of those who had encountered him in his beloved Highland hills. Born into a wealthy family, Seton was privately educated and well-connected, studying at Oxford before dedicating himself to a life of writing, lecturing and photography.