Each year for Hogmanay (or New Year, if you’re south of Hadrian’s Wall) my family travel north to visit our best family friends in Killiecrankie, a small village near Pitlochry in Perthshire, Scotland. These long weekends follow a time-tested formula: the mornings start with the best cooked breakfasts in the British Isles, dog walks end just after dusk, the dinner table is largely divided with adults at one end and ‘children’ (the youngest of us is now 21) at the other, and we all congregate for movies (this year, Clueless and Ferris Bueller) and boardgames (the most competitive, loud and violent versions of Articulate and Fingers you’ve ever seen) at the end of the day. New Year’s Eve is spent at the ceilidh in the village hall (I forget how the dances go, without fail, each year) with mulled wine and fireworks on the lawn as the clock strikes twelve. Our annual visit extends the festive season by a week – with even more time spent with my de facto family – and each year I’m reminded how lovely and special the time up there is. Here are some of my phone photos of this year’s trip, but wherever you were, I hope you had a lovely, raucous night, and happy 2012!