Carol Murdoch

Somewhere between way back then and now…

I was the wee girl who found stories in the landscape, the one carried away with the fairies (or the sìth, as we call them here in Scotland), the one who loved mystery and myth.

I grew into the lassie who tells stories that sit somewhere between memory, place, and being. I often find them when I’m out in my camper, Winny, ordinary moments sparking questions, then realising they’ve been explored for centuries.

My aim is simple: to share these stories. From how Scotland was shaped, to the Silver Man said to roam the hills of home, sharing the details, the memories, the things that linger long after.

The moments that stay with me, and hopefully with you too, the ones we turn over and return to. The ones we learn to hold onto, just as the land does.

Most of the time, it feels less like inventing something new, and more like paying attention to what’s already there.

And somewhere along the way, almost without noticing…
they become stories.