
I LEARNT a couple of things I didn’t know when I stopped to talk to Malcolm McCormack who was cutting the beech hedges on the road from Templewood to the top of Stracathro Hill. (…read on »)

THE DOYENNE is up to her oxters with the usual Christmas preparations. It’s mince pies right now and orders are coming in thick and fast from all the family. Her sweet pastry is unbeatable and very ‘moreish’, as I am ample testimony to, and her recipe for mincemeat is a secret that she threatens to take with her to the grave. (…read on »)

MACBETH DISAPPEARED at speed, in pursuit of I know not what – but it was hot, and it was beckoning! He was off up the track of the old Brechin to Edzell railway line, and was deaf to my whistles and threats. (…read on »)