
WE SCOTS don’t have a monopoly on thrift. The Doyenne and I are back from a holiday in Brighton in West Sussex where the traditional building style uses Sussex flint. Although some of it was mined (from mines going back to Roman times), most flints were gathered up from fields after ploughing - effectively a free by-product of agriculture. (…read on »)

A ROE-DEER calf was skittering about in the stubble field on the other side of the stream. It was undecided what to do and I couldn’t see the mother. Had they got separated? – it didn’t seem likely. (…read on »)

DOG STORIES are likely to get a good reception from the man with two dogs. But when the story is based in Montrose, the home-town where I grew up, and is true and concerns a Second World War dog hero, I’m hooked. (…read on »)

COUNTRY SPORTS are alive and well, I can report. Some are little-known, and others go into hibernation until someone resurrects them and everyone has a jolly good laugh. (…read on »)

A WELL-RIGGED figure pacing purposefully across a grass field proved too much for my curiosity. I turned the car around and drove back to see him sticking branches into the ground at regular intervals. I just had to go and find out what he was up to. (…read on »)

RAPID RESPONSE to mention last week of Milldens Mill came from retired Dundee solicitor Alec Robb, whose great grandfather Charles Mackenzie was the miller there for some years until he left in 1848. (…read on »)