Being out in the countryside with my dogs gives me time to think. I’ve learnt the pleasure of solitude without being lonely, and that’s a good feeling for me.

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This is my countryside diary which appears each Saturday in the Dundee Courier newspaper.

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Archive for 2003

Unnatural death

Saturday, October 18th, 2003

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.

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Angus Glens

Saturday, October 11th, 2003

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.

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Fishy bird tale

Saturday, October 4th, 2003

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.

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The Broch

Saturday, September 27th, 2003

BARLEY STUBBLES, butter yellow when freshly cut, soon turned to faded sun-bleach during the endless days of sunshine we enjoyed over the summer. Now, after a night's heavy rain they look lifeless, which of course they are. Already the ploughs have been into the fields turning under the dead stalks and exposing the brown sheen of next season's tilth ready for sowing.

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In the midst of life……

Saturday, September 20th, 2003

WHITE PHEASANTS in my experience are even more uncommon than white blackbirds. I saw maybe my fourth such mutant this past week. It's a young cock pheasant and he's completely white except for the scarlet wattles on his cheeks. He was running about the roadside, luckily a back road well away from the heavy traffic. If he doesn't learn his kerb drill fast, he'll be no sort of pheasant at all very soon.

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All ‘At Home’

Saturday, September 13th, 2003

SOME DAYS the world beats a path to our door – or at least the bits of the world we get excited about. Last Saturday was just such a day.

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High road to England

Saturday, September 6th, 2003

NORTHUMBERLAND'S SWEEPING hills marked journey's end to Hexham. We – the haill unseemly crew of us, that is – were visiting son Robert and his family in their new home just outside the historic town.

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Wildlife in the workplace

Saturday, August 30th, 2003

MATERNAL PROTECTION of the young seems to be an instinct shared by the animal kingdom and us humans alike. I had a perfect example of it recently when the dogs and I were out for the evening walk.

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Heightened senses

Saturday, August 23rd, 2003

SO MUCH happens at this time of year it is difficult to choose the things I want to write about. The countryside is buzzing with activity. This year's young birds and animals are adults now and off leading their own lives. The crops that were planted at the start of the year have ripened, ready for harvesting.

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Hillwalk

Saturday, August 16th, 2003

PURPLE HEATHER covers the hillsides of the Angus Glens at this time of year. August is the best month, for the heather is in full flower, and it really is “purple blooming”. With the weather so fine these recent weeks I took myself up Glenesk for a walk. In the mid afternoon the sun was still baking hot and walking up even the slightest incline produced a healthy perspiration.

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