
THE SPIRITUAL homeland of West Highland terriers must surely be the west Highlands so we hoped that our holiday in Ardnamurchan would be as west Highlandy for Macbeth as it was possible to be. (…read on »)

A MOWBOT sounds as though it might be faintly vulgar, but in fact it is the brand name of a robot motor mower. I was bidden by a friend who received one for his birthday, no doubt in recognition of his advancing years and waning enthusiasm for cutting the grass, to go and see his new toy in action. (…read on »)

“YELLOW IS the colour of my true love’s hair” sang 1960s songwriter and folksinger, Donovan, and yellow has been one of the predominant spring colours over recent weeks. The blossom on the spikey, prickly gorse bushes has had an intensity and glow this year which has excelled. Yellow broom, too, has brightened up the roadsides and open patches in the woods as I’ve driven about the countryside. (…read on »)

EARLIER IN the week I bundled the dogs into the car and set off to do a spot of pathfinding (as we call it in this family) up Glen Esk. The question was, should we walk up the east side of the glen, or the west? (…read on »)