A couple of weeks ago, I was sent the most beautiful book to read, The Art of Coorie: How to Live Happy The Scottish Way by Gabriella Bennett. With dreams of one day retreating to a cabin in the heart of Glencoe and with a fondness for fairisle and a wee dram, if every there was a country I’d turn my back on Wales for, it would be likely be Scotland. And coorie, the Scottish art of deriving comfort, wellbeing and energy from wild landscapes and convivial interiors, seems to provide the heart and soul that I’ve always found missing in ‘hygge’.
Forget Hygge, I think us Brits have had that heartwarming, nurturing, autumn mood nailed for years with the word 'cosy'. Blankets, woolly socks, and a hot cup of tea. Reading a magazine while biscuits bake in the oven and the wind howls outside. Leisurely breakfasts with family, candlelit dinners with friends. Even, board games on a Sunday afternoon and yet another viewing of The Sound of Music. All concepts and activities that are not alien to these shores, right?
I sat down to write this post on Wednesday, and then again on Thursday, but with temperatures just shy of 30 degrees, it didn't feel quite right talking about cosy interiors and the onset of autumn. After a stormy night, we've woken up to a much milder 15 degrees and a blanket of leaves upon the ground so, today, talking about cushions, blankets and hot cups of tea feels much more appropriate, don't you think?