THE YOUNG buzzard was sitting in a clearing beside the track I was driving down to take the dogs a walk. Even at that age it had a glittering eye and a haughty look about it which told me that, as a mere human, it had a pretty poor opinion of me.
YOU COULD be forgiven for thinking that the two fields of startlingly blue flowers growing just outside Brechin, on the road to Montrose, are lavender. My agricultural gurus confirmed that, in fact, it is phacelia which I’ve seen growing in small patches but not as an apparent crop.
WEDNESDAY AND Thursday’s heat wave proved too much for the dogs. Macbeth, with the wisdom of age, stayed firmly indoors. Inka wouldn’t be told and lay in the garden panting in the strong sun until we had to practically drag him into the shade. He’s not a very bright dog sometimes.
A SECRET pond is tucked away amongst trees between Fettercairn and Laurencekirk. I had never guessed it was there – which is why it is secret, of course. I spent Tuesday morning exploring its banks and sitting peacefully, supping up the sunshine.