Summer Story Continues
And as the dog days of summer catch us up, our Brora staff in Edinburgh have been fired with literary enthusiasm by the fabulous Edinburgh Book Festival and by our romantic and alluring Autumn collection…Curl up in a cashmere gauzy wrap and read on…
In the way of such stories, the tall and inevitably dark and handsome stranger was to become a regular visitor to Windy Corner, where he shot smouldering glances at Cecily folding piles of the softest cashmere chartouches and day dreaming. She smouldered back, until one day a spark of bravery lit her as she crammed beautiful bundles of Liberty print knickers onto their shelf, and Cecily boldly asked, “Would you care to accompany me to Betty’s tea room?” Well, what man could possibly resist a pink macaroon and charming company?
Two months later, the nervous couple at a Betty’s table that first day had become a happy item. Inevitably, a weekend away beckoned, and so the dashing and handsome musician asked Cecily (his heart fluttering) if she would care for a few days of cultural abandon at the world famous Edinburgh Festival.
Quick as a flash she agreed, and they were off on the train to magical Scotland. Edinburgh buzzed with a huge variety of characters. Fun was everywhere though rain spat and the wind was chilly for month of August. Cecily was no fool; she headed straight for Brora’s Edinburgh shop on Frederick Street just a stone’s throw from all the festival action.
The latest collection had well and truly arrived – the shop was filled with wild and wonderful colours from deep cassis to bright gold. Irresistible! Cecily loved everything. Scotland with its crystal bright morning light or even a stormy cloud, the heather and the soft mist of evening inspired her. She quickly wrapped herself in an almond aran knit jumper and a hawthorn check puckered plaid chartouche, and felt Edinburgh in her blood. Cecily was reluctant to part from such a luxurious Scottish outfit but there was no time to buy – they were already late to see a play. It’s so easy to loose track of time in Brora!
Too soon the exhausted pair were back on the train. There on Cecily’s seat was a beautifully wrapped present. What could it be? Written on the box was a note from her gorgeous musician, “A little something to remember our Scottish adventure by”. Who could ask for a better ending to the perfect weekend! Sure enough, the softest Aran Knit jumper and sweetest Brora tartan scarf imaginable. How thoughtful!
The train journey home flew by, and Cecily revelled in it through a haze of finest cashmere in tumbling autumn colours. But as she turned to smile at her musician, a tremor of anxiety ran through her. He was sitting opposite her. His face, as he suddenly noticed someone coming down the carriage behind her, became steel hard, and colder than the North Wind. Cecily cinched in her gorgeous snakeskin belt to give herself backbone and wondered what on earth she was about to discover……
