Hi everyone, welcome to at home with Sally. I'm Sally Clarkson and I have the biggest

privilege in the world to be with so many friends from all over the world who join me every

week to listen to my stories, inspiration, biblical encouragement and I am just so glad

that you're here today. Thanks so much for joining me.

Hello my friends, welcome to Tea Time Tuesday. I hope you can grab a cup of tea as a matter

of fact. We're going to be talking about Scotland today because that's where I just was and

I read a quote that said basically everyone in Scotland knows that tea should be strong and

there are a lot of other quotes about it but I have had great tea in Scotland before but I hope

you're doing well, I hope you will enjoy this particular podcast and I'm going to take you on a

tour through Scotland. I think that as I look back on my own life this is a whole story about

Bonnie Scotland and please know that this is not an actual Scottish accent I don't pretend to

but it's fun to try and I was reading so many fun things about Scotland but it says when you

are a Scottish the sound of pipes can put a wee spring into your step or bring a wee tear to your

eye when you are Scottish the sound of the pipes the bagpipes can put a wee spring into your step or

bring a wee tea to your eye. There's something so sentimental about Scotland. I love the the sing songy

language all the different things and I'm going to be telling you a lot about it today but sometimes

there are just places I'm sure you feel like this that wrap their vast beauty around your heart and

they kind of hold you there with the sense that you're experiencing another world and from the first

time I visited St Andrews many years ago when Joy was getting her masters I was charmed inspired

surprised I was held with such a sense of belonging and I thought maybe my life story has a history

or legacy in the past that brought great joy or fulfillment to my ancestors who lived there and I

feel it when I'm here you know one of those mysterious thoughts that you have but every time I leave

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