“A SACK of shakings” comes from the glory days of sailing ships, and refers to a miscellany of odds and ends of rope and canvas accumulated during a sailing voyage. And a miscellany is what this week's piece turns out to be.
DEATH AND life are sometimes close companions in Nature. I noticed the dogs forever wandering to the bottom corner of the garden and catching the scent of something which was pretty appetising. I had to look over the hedge from an upstairs window to see that the source of interest was a dead cock pheasant lying in the field.
SOME JOURNEYS are always special because of their views over our bonny Angus countryside. The B9134 is the high road from Forfar to Brechin and there's so much interest in those few miles.
LYING IN for an extra half-hour is one of Saturday morning's little treats, especially as the days shorten and sunrise is no longer about five a.m. However as the dogs make their presence and their need to go outside plainly evident, it's impossible to escape the world as completely as I hope.