A Scottish sauna surge? Yes please, they can replace the vape shops

My first experience in a sauna could have easily been my last. I was on a family holiday in Gran Canaria and my sister and I were skulking around the resort looking for something to do. An exotic cabin by the pool piqued our interest. I pushed open the glass door and stepped inside a pine chamber hotter than the island sun. Steam rose from a sizzling stove. As the plumes cleared, two wizened plums emerged, dangling from a naked octogenarian sat pretzel-legged on the top bench. Suddenly, the only things burning were my 11-year-old eyes.

Though I avoided Wee Willie Winkie sausages for a long time after that, I couldn’t stay away from saunas. I liked the sweet aroma of warm timber and the