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.
FOR SEVERAL mornings a reader had been finding unusual, iridescent chuckie stones, some the size of an egg, on his lawn, which hadn’t been there when he checked last thing before going to bed. Could I throw some light on the matter?
THE DOYENNE and I – and dogs too, of course – are coming to the end of a fortnight’s holiday in the same self-catering cottage near Kinlochbervie we took last year.
SIR WALTER Scott, on a sea journey from Arbroath to Aberdeen on which he was seasick, wrote in his diary – “…vessel off Fowlsheugh and Dunnottar. Fair wind and delightful day.” Which was just how I found it – not the seasickness bit, the weather.