
A Very Fife Christmas: Tweed, Snowfall and Bubbles on Demand
There are few greater joys than arriving at a grand hotel on Christmas Eve, just as snow begins to fall. There are also few greater embarrassments than discovering the carpet in the lobby matches your tweed coat exactly. At the Fife Arms in Braemar, I became momentarily indistinguishable from the soft furnishings. But no one batted an eyelid.