So why the wannabescot?  Well it works on so many levels.

My better half Gillian is a true blue Scot and she insists I am a Wannabe Scot, due to my love of all things Scottish, with  the possible exception of deep fried mars bars, deep fried pizza and the evil midge.

The delicious deep fried mars bar

The evil Scottish midge

She may be right, but I am also a wannabescot as I am looking forward to the day we can move back to Scotland and actually live there.

What was that? Why can’t we live there now?  A reasonable question. Put simply, I can’t afford to just yet as I cannot get a job there and can’t afford to retire. And am for from being independently wealthy.  But I am still doing ok.  For I am an oily. I joined the Oil and Gas business many years ago when prices were high, investment was guaranteed and the future seemed rosy.  My expectation then was that one day I would return to Scotland after a successful career overseas and potter around, seeing out my career consulting in and around Aberdeen.

Sadly, especially for Aberdeen and the thousands of my contemporaries who used to work in and around the city, there is not much of an industry left to consult to.   The majority of companies I knew and had good relations with are either gone or much diminished.  I am still fortunate in being employed. The problem is, I am employed around 3500 miles from where I would like to be.

As problems go, there are worse ones to have and I recognize I am lucky to be in the situation I am in.  But it’s true, the grass is always greener and I get horribly homesick.

But, I am working to get us all where we want to be, as I am not alone in this particular situation. I am here with my wife Gillian, my daughter Sarah and not forgetting Snuggles the almost West Highland Terrier and Squeak the indestructible cat.

This is the wannabescot family (Dubai Branch).  Our extended family is, for the most part, back in Scotland.  Another  driver for us to get home.  As we get to know each other better, you will meet the rest of the gang. You will just have to be patient.

In the next thrilling installment, I hope to share some of our recent adventures from our summer vacation at home in Craigellachie.  We’ll take a look at the NC500 route, driven in an Aston Martin DB9. The sumptuous Ackergill Tower hotel near Nairn. A visit to an amazing gin distillery and the high lite for me, the installation of my new garden shed. I love my shed.

So until next time,  Haste ye back.

Graham the wannabescot