Highland Chances, the fourth in my Highland Books series, is due out next week—Thursday 18 June 2020.
I started writing the book on 1 January, a time that now feels as if it was in the dim and distant past. Who knew how much our lives would change? I write this from a privileged position. No-one I know contracted the virus and died, and so far—though that is likely to change—neither has anyone lost their job.
Still, 1 January 2020… a very different time. My books are all set in the present day, and yet that version of the ‘present’ day’ has now changed for so many people all over the world. I write about pubs, public gatherings, people hugging left, right and centre. If someone had told me on New Year’s Day, “Hey, you do know you’re chronicling a world that is about to disappear with some aspects of it never to return?”, I might have tipped my head to the side in disbelief.
Highland Chances centres around a village pub/hotel in the north-west of Scotland. Most summers, I clamber on the back of my husband’s motorbike and we roar off in search of scenery, castles to visit, pubs where we’ll eat booze-soaked lunches (well, I do; as the driver he refrains), B&Bs with lochside views and indie hotels.
[In one Nairn establishment years ago, I shared its small gym with Tilda Swinton, no less. She asked me if I’d finished with the Swiss ball at one point.
Will many of these small places survive? April is/was the start of the tourism season in the UK. The road outside my house, the A82, should have been packed with cars heading north—especially because the weather throughout April and most of May was so warm and dry.
Social distancing in pubs
Now it’s mid-June. Pubs, restaurants and most hotels remain closed, while their owners grapple with how they can implement safety through social distancing in spaces where people are meant to squeeze together, all of us enjoying humanity at close quarters.
The best holidays I’ve taken with my husbands were those motorbike trips around Scotland. I can close my eyes and summon up a jumble of heavy velvet curtains, twin beds pushed together, the smell of chips that lingers everywhere, crisp white linen tablecloths, bacon for breakfast and wooden tables you need to shove beermats under the legs to stop them wobbling.
Not all the food is good. Some places charged a fortune for a glass of red wine. Depending on the time of year, there’s often a layer of boredom that hangs in the air—a place too quiet; its staff simply going through the motions.
And yet, so many of those pubs and hotels may well vanish. Will we speed through small towns and villages with too many buildings boarded up or marked with tatty for sale signs? The thought of it makes me want to cry.
On the upside, a surge in domestic tourism might be on the cards. Most people may feel like me—reluctant to fly anywhere for a while. Particularly if you need to quarantine upon return. Will they surge to pubs and hotels in their own country when they reopen, having been starved of such entertainment for months?
Time will tell. I hope so.
Highland Chances is available for pre-order here.
Great post Emma. I went out for breakfast this morning to a cafe and was able to sit at a table and enjoy it. I had a nice plate of Eggs Benedict.
I hope so too!
Loving the photo of you Emma. ❤️
Wow can’t believe you were in a Gym with Tilda Swinton, a claim to fame indeed! Just saw her in The beach which was on telly recently.
It will be good to get back to normal as in work etc. My employer not being very communicative about when we are opening again though. X
Hi Sharon, it wasn’t even a fancy hotel or gym… I hope your work is sorted soon and more importantly, made safe enough for employees to return. I’m even looking forward to the football starting again this week, even though it won’t be the same and I don’t even like football but just because it signals a return to normality…
I bought my first café cappuccino (to take away) from a café post lock down today. Wasn’t very good, but at least the café has opened!