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 September, 2007

Music as you mow

Saturday, September 29th, 2007

FOUR YEARS ago I wrote about a juvenile guillemot that appeared at Fasque Estate near Fettercairn. I was at a loss to think how a bird associated with the sea and coast found its way so far inland from the cliffs where they normally breed. A Forfar reader told me afterwards that they are a common sight on Rescobie Loch between Forfar and Montrose, which is well inland too. They wouldn't be there, and breeding, unless there was sufficient feeding for them – doubtless the trout which the local fishing club stock the loch with.

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Remote but not lonely

Saturday, September 22nd, 2007

REMOTE, IS a word applied to much of Scotland – and with good reason. It's not difficult to find remote places – drive to the end of the road, pull on your walking boots and walk.

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Owning a dog is healthy

Saturday, September 8th, 2007

SIGNS OF summer's waning become more evident every day. The leaves on the trees have lost their sheen and some are starting to fall already. One of the few frustrations I have about autumn is the constant clearing up of leaves – no sooner have you swept up one lot than all the awkward corners fill up again.

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In the soup

Saturday, September 1st, 2007

AN INGIN intil't, a courgette intil't, two leeks, several sticks of celery and a vegetable stock cube all went intil't. I'm sure it was my favourite travel writer, HV Morton, who wrote similarly about the making of a pot of broth which had scraps of beef from the Sunday joint, a handful of barley, salt and all manner of vegetables thrown “into it”. The resulting feast of a meal was served up and put before him for his dinner, except HV Morton would have spoken of his lunch.

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