Diary of a GP 19: Scotland’s Clarity, Preferably, Helpfully

Arrival in Inverness I arrive in Inverness and the moment I step off the plane, a palpable weight lifts from my shoulders. A few steps further and a man cracks a joke about the weather. It’s cooler for sure. But also satisfyingly crispy, like a praline wafer. He’s from Stornoway, of the Outer Hebrides, whereContinue reading “Diary of a GP 19: Scotland’s Clarity, Preferably, Helpfully”