
BRIGHT SKIES and shining sun were too good to miss, so Macbeth and I took ourselves off to one of the favourite walks up Glen Esk. (…read on »)

TWO DAYS of warm sunshine greeted us when we – The Doyenne and Macbeth, and me thrown in for good measure – visited La D’s sister and her husband in their new home in Westmoreland. I noticed the emphasis is very much on the middle syllable – MORE. (…read on »)

THE PURPLE heather is at its blooming best at this time of year, but there’s been little chance to see it over recent days. As I’m writing this week’s piece the rain is hissing down in stair rods, and there’s only one word for it – dreich. (…read on »)

SOMETHING BLUE has been catching my eye every time I turn into the drive of the house. I thought it might have been a field of lupins but I’m learning not to make hasty assumptions, so I ‘phoned to check with Alan Stewart at Stracathro and Careston Farms. (…read on »)