05/09/2026
A favourite corner of the Edinburgh flat.
I bought this old bench from outside a junk shop in Montrose when my children were still in pushchairs. I can vividly remember trying to get it back to the car on my own while wrestling with a double buggy. Clearly I wanted the bench quite badly.
It’s followed me around ever since.
These days it lives in our little Stockbridge flat, with Weaver Green cushions and a runner — which I now stock in at Home, Port of Menteith.
And the umbrella stand? An old Perello olive tin scrounged from the chefs.
My kind of interior - a bit old, a bit new and nothing too precious