LAST SATURDAY night was a night of such purity and clarity that if I hadn't believed in a God and thought I'd like to, there was no better moment I could think of to make a start.
THE DOYENNE took one of her turns this week I blame myself; I saw it coming and should have done more to help, but probably nothing I could have said would have changed things She decided to clear out and defrost the deep freeze
I'M FAR frae Montrose, but I get it by post, / The baccy whose flavour I relish the most. / I've tried a guid wheen in the last fifty years / Of others whose praise in th' papers appears, / But I wadna gi'e saxpence an ounce for the lot / When judged by that sold by “Tobacconists Scott.” – A.B.J.
LUCK SOMETIMES favours you when you want to record something special from nature, and that's what happened to John Murphy who had his video camera to hand at just the right moment.
IT'S ALMOST five years since I began writing these Saturday pieces and I've had some wonderful encounters with nature. Knowing I've had a weekly column to fill and a deadline to meet has made me more conscious of what goes on around me when the dogs and I set out each afternoon. I'm always on the lookout for things to write about; sometimes I've been in the right place at the right time and sometimes it's been sheer good luck – as happened last Sunday.