Following on from last week's post on the Walter Scott Prize for Historical Fiction, I've been down to Abbotsford, Scott's Tweedside home, described by him variously as "rambling, whimsical and picturesque".
This is his study, and interestingly it has no river view to distract him, but instead looks out on the entrance courtyard (above).
"the most important and most complete writer's library anywhere in the world".
Landseer's portrait of Scott's terrier Ginger,
and at the door, a likeness in stone of his beloved deerhound, Maida.
If you visit Abbotsford, be sure to take an audiotour; there is more than one to choose from, but I found the version narrated by 'Scott himself' very interesting. Also, go early if you can - I was there just after opening and had the house almost to myself, but the coach parties were thronging the adjacent visitor centre by the time I left mid-morning.