
NODDING SNOWDROPS and the lengthening days are welcome signs of impending Spring. (…read on »)

IT WAS only a fortnight ago that I wrote about the Brown Caterthun, one of the two Iron Age forts which lie to the west of Brechin, but I make no apologies for writing so soon afterwards about the White one. (…read on »)

MACBETH POUNCED on what looked like a dead rabbit lying by the roadside. But it uttered two pathetic yowls and turned out to be a kitten, frost covered and frozen, and seemingly at death’s door. (…read on »)

DECEMBER 22ND – I walked up the Bishop’s Walk, along by Skinner’s Burn which runs through the narrow ravine separating Brechin Castle from Brechin Cathedral kirkyard. My ancestor George Whitson was minister of the Cathedral Kirk of Brechin from 1804 –1835.