They say the sun doesn’t shine too often in Scotland. On this day, it burned bright, the heat shimmering in the air giving that mystical look of a scene from a fantasy. I peer at the trees, almost expecting a visitation from our national animal; the unicorn. But no horned horses appear. I sigh and sip my tea. The fantasy is shattered by a short, “Mum, I need the potty”, back to reality I go.

Sophie Huey