LAST OCTOBER my wife and I took a holiday in a cottage at Dorlin, on the north side of the Ardnamurchan Peninsula.
INKA’S DOG meal was running low. I buy it from The Moorie kennels at St Cyrus and my usual route is over The Wide Open which links St Cyrus with the Marykirk/Laurencekirk road, crossing the spine of hills separating the Howe of the Mearns from the coastal plain.
I SOMETIMES think that the pleasure of snow is in inverse proportion to its depth. For a dog like Macbeth, with sawn-off legs, almost any depth of snow presents a challenge. Just three or four inches can seem like a snowdrift to him.
IT’S THE time of year when haddock roe is available and I jumped at the chance to buy some from Caroline’s fish van which calls at Edzell each Tuesday. The haddock is followed by cod roe which is larger and coarser, but no less tasty for that.
SOMEONE SAID we Scots have more words to describe rain than the Greeks, which is scarcely surprising when you compare that hot, Mediterranean country with Scotland. After recent experience it wouldn’t be surprising if the list of rainy adjectives had grown.