
IT’S SO frustrating! About ten days ago I was electrified to see a small flock of long tailed tits mobbing the bird feeder outside the kitchen window. There were seven or eight, or there might even have been nine of these delightful, tiny feathered lollipops. Flickering in amongst the coal tits and great tits, fighting to get a share of the food, there was so much movement I couldn’t count just how many there were. They were the first long tailed tits I’d seen in the garden although they are birds of the woodland fringe and we are surrounded by beech trees. (more…)

IT’S TANTALISING to contemplate – had it not been for a hasty decision by his father, Robert Burns might have grown up in Glenesk. (more…)

NEVER WORK with children and animals – don’t tell me about it! (more…)

IMPERIAL HEAD – a term possibly more readily associated with heads of state or empires, but last weekend the Doyenne and I saw at least one. (more…)

OLD SOLDIERS can sometimes only surrender to overwhelming force. The gales brought down a number of venerable beech trees round the house – and a rather rarer Scotch pine has measured its length too. Beeches have a normal lifespan of about 150-200 years and as the woods round here were planted around the end of the eighteenth century it’s no great surprise that there were casualties. (more…)

THE STOOL of Repentance glowers balefully from the corner of the room. My protestations that it would have been ungracious to refuse the offers of seconds of our daughter-in-law’s delicious Christmas dinner – with just a splash of wine to help it down – fell on deaf ears. I fear that, even now, the Doyenne still doesn’t understand me. (more…)

CHILBLAINS USED to be a common winter complaint, but you hardly hear them mentioned these days. (more…)

LAST SATURDAY the name of Peter Anson popped out at me from the centre pages of the Daily Telegraph. It was unexpected because he died in 1975 but he had strong connections with the east coast of Scotland and Montrose. Beneath a reserved exterior was an unconventional character and I wish I could have met him more than the two times I did. (more…)

ROE DEER have drifted back deep into the shelter of the woods. Old laurel and rhododendron bushes provide shelter from the snow which fell on Tuesday evening, and the dogs and I disturb them when we’re out on the morning walk. (more…)

LIFTING CARPETS can be revealing. A reader, lifting her old living room carpet to lay a new one, came across some pages of The Courier and Advertiser of Saturday August 27, 1994 which had been used for underlay. 1994 isn’t so very long ago – unless, of course, you weren’t even born then – but the old paper has provided fascinating reading. (more…)