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.
MOST YEARS about this time the Doyenne and I escape to the west coast. Summer is past, it’s getting a bit back-endish and it’s good to get a break before winter sets in.
A VAN drew up alongside us as the dogs and I were setting out for a walk, and the driver poked his head round the door. “Are you the man that writes for the Courier?” “Yes.” “Aaaahh”, came the doubtful reply and, slamming the door he whizzed off up the road.
THE GEESE have returned. Regular readers will know how excited I get at this time of year when their straggled chevrons beat down the Howe of Strathmore. The wild and wary grey geese are the elemental spirits of nature.