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This is my countryside diary which appears each Saturday in the Dundee Courier newspaper.
Archive for 2008
Ghost of Christmas Past
Saturday, December 27th, 2008
“THAT'S WHAT I came for”, came the happy response from one youngster. I was dressed in my wellie boots, a long red robe and red cape fringed with white, and nylon whiskers. I'd been ambushed into being Santa Clause for the children's Christmas party up Glen Esk. It wasn't me the young man was looking forward to but the present I'd promised was in the sack over my shoulder. (more…)
Weasel words
Saturday, December 20th, 2008
WALKS WITH Macbeth occasionally take on a flavour of high drama. A Border terrier of our acquaintance is called Weasel'. With a name like that you could be forgiven for thinking that Weasel is a man dog. But, no – he is a she, and despite some characteristics which seem to attract a lot of shouting, when she and Macbeth meet it is on the most cordial terms. (more…)
Eating habits
Saturday, December 6th, 2008
“ARE YOU coming?” – that's what Macbeth waits to hear, for it means I'm ready to take him his walk. From lunchtime onwards he dogs my steps (in a manner of speaking) getting under my feet and making sure I don't forget him. It gets dark so early that I like to get the walk over between three and four o'clock, but if I'm busy and late with the walk he sits in his bed with a grumpy look on his face until he sees me put my jacket and wellies on. (more…)
Crossing the cultural divide
Saturday, November 29th, 2008
“'TIS BETTER to travel hopefully than to arrive” is one of these unattributable sayings attributed to all sorts of people, but when you try to analyse it, it seems to be nonsense. It makes more sense to turn it around and say – “'Tis better to arrive than to travel hopelessly”. (more…)
Canine philosophy
Saturday, November 22nd, 2008
JULIUS CAESAR is said to have remarked that Roman women had given up having babies in favour of their lap dogs. Could this be said of our family? We've had eight dogs and three children, but I've always thought it was because dogs are so much more economical than children. (more…)
Memories
Saturday, November 15th, 2008
THE NIPPY smell in the nostrils when I'm out walking Macbeth means one thing at this time of year – someone's burning fallen beech leaves. There's no other smell like it, so there's never any doubt. Seen in their autumn glory of browns and ochre and raw umber, it's little wonder that the beech has been a favourite tree of generations of landowners in the north east of Scotland. (more…)
Dusky harmonics
Saturday, November 8th, 2008
THE COLD snap at the start of the week brought the red squirrels and the woodpeckers and the garden song birds all flocking to the peanut feeders. Not that they didn't come before but the availability of easy feeding was a welcome invitation. (more…)
Vignettes
Saturday, November 1st, 2008
HOW DO you go downhill when you are already at the foot of the mountain? Answer – visit Cruachan Power Station at the head of Loch Awe on the A85 from Tyndrum to Oban. (more…)
“…. comes the bitter frost”
Saturday, October 25th, 2008
I'M SAD to report that Inka, our black Labrador, is dead. It would have been less of a blow if he had been an elderly dog, but he was only four years old, so his death was unexpected. (more…)
“…. little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died”
Saturday, October 18th, 2008
THE DOYENNE and I have only just discovered autumn fruiting raspberries, which are whopping great berries about the size of loganberries. Surprisingly neither of us had tasted one before, but they have been grown locally for a considerable time. A friend remembers seeing them thirty years ago on Chivers' farm at Courthill, which lies south of Montrose, overlooking Lunan Bay.