I've been fortunate to "discover" Slovenia and to travel there on many occasions. Fiona and I first went there in 1986 when it was still part of Yugoslavia and we were having our first foreign holiday together. We fell in love with it immediately. Fiona has loved Kranjska Gora ever since, as I do too, but on a day trip to Bohinj I stood on the bridge at St. John's church and watched the sun go down over the lake as the swallows circled overhead or dived low over the mirror-flat blue-green water - and fell hopelessly for its charms. The next year we booked for Bohinj and we've visited both places often ever since, and never tire of the peace and beauty, the dramatic mountains, the superb food and wine, and the charming people. We've watched the country develop ever since that first trip - fretting and then joyful as we watched the struggle for independence and going back as soon as the flights resumed after the short war. While I'll always be proud to be Scots, there is a sizable part of me that would like to belong to this delightful country.