AFTER MONDAY'S gales Tuesday seemed the ideal day for a trip to the seaside I bundled the dogs into the car and drove to Lunan Bay It was the sort of May afternoon that the east coast of Scotland does so well – strong sun in a blue sky and a stiff westerly breeze blowing great banks of cumulus clouds off the land.
TOO BUSY looking, to see There's so much wildlife activity at this time of year I should be better focussed and avoid getting sidetracked.
€œUP THE Noran Water / In by Inglismaddy € – are the opening lines of a poem entitled €œShy Geordie €, written by Montrose-born (well, Hillside to be strictly accurate) poet Helen Cruickshank, whose work I particularly enjoy It's a geographical conundrum that's troubled me for ages.
TWO DEATHS – it's the nesting season and the consequences could affect more than just the two birds that didn't see the end coming, or weren't quick enough to take evasive action.