BIG TREE country is what they call Perthshire, and quite rightly so when you see the magnificent stands of trees planted by the Victorians at places like the Hermitage near Dunkeld. And growing, apparently free seeded, in places like Glen Lyon and around Aberfoyle.
MAD MAY hares are a twist on our ideas of mad March ones. Macbeth and I watched three playing together in the middle of a field of spring barley.
OLD SHEBA is dead, and while we feel sadness at her loss, we are thankful that her discomfort and pain are ended.
MAY MORNING, first morning of May month, is traditionally the morning that young girls rise at dawn and dash outdoors to bathe their faces in the early morning dew, hoping this will bestow on them a flawless complexion.
CAPERCAILLIE WATCHING at 4.30am certainly wasn't on our – the Doyenne and I, that is – agenda. But a very enthusiastic couple from Cheshire, who we met over a pub supper were looking forward to the experience with great excitement.