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.

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Archive for 2016

Memories are made of this

Saturday, December 31st, 2016

dsc03965THE LOW winter sun on Tuesday made driving home over the Cairn o’ Mount difficult. After three days of Storm Barbara and Storm Conor’s tantrums we were delighted to see the sunshine and feel its warmth on our faces, but there were moments when I practically had to stop I was so nearly blinded. (more…)

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A story at every footstep

Saturday, December 24th, 2016

dsc03956ONE THING leads to another. Last week I wrote about the Iron Kirk and that brought to mind another iron structure that I hadn’t seen for a lot of years. It’s nearer to home and I knew that a visit to it would lead on to an ideal riverbank walk for Inka. (more…)

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Acts of faith in isolated places

Saturday, December 17th, 2016

dsc03914WRITING ABOUT Glen Prosen recently recalled a memory from more than sixty years ago. My father grew up in Kirriemuir and Prosen was his favourite of the Angus glens. He was a great one for expeditions and one Saturday he took me to see a wee building hidden amongst woods at the foot of the glen. It was the Iron Kirk. (more…)

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Cats have a place in the world too

Saturday, December 10th, 2016

dsc03884CATS DON’T get much of an airing in this column. It’s not that as a family we have an aversion to them, just that we’ve never been very successful as cat people. So, long ago we decided that we were better sticking to dogs. (more…)

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Priceless record of glen life

Saturday, December 3rd, 2016

image1I’VE SPENT several evenings leafing through what some might call a scrap book – and in some respects it is – but I have found it to be a fascinating journal of one family from the early 1970s to the last entry dated 9th April 2005. Not that it particularly records what the family did during those years but rather it is a record of newspaper cuttings of events and memories and people that the family wanted to preserve. (more…)

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Castle’s gruesome history

Saturday, November 26th, 2016

dsc03872LAST SUNDAY I took a walk with Inka which I had been intending to do all summer. I chose the best day, for it was sunny and mild. (more…)

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Dysart shortbread and yoghourt cake

Saturday, November 12th, 2016

dsc03838IT’S UNCANNY the way the planets align and things coincide. I came across an e-mail from a reader in Canada that I had saved from December 2007. What had prompted her to contact me was the recipe in my first book, Man with Two Dogs, A Breath of Fresh Air from Scotland, for the Doyenne’s rowan and apple jelly which has been the accompaniment to so many fine meals, especially game dishes and lamb. (more…)

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Gathering nature’s autumn harvest

Saturday, November 5th, 2016

dsc03831CHANGING THE clocks back last weekend caused confusion in more than the dog walking routine. Losing an hour in the afternoon means changing Inka’s programme to a walk soon after lunch otherwise the light starts to fade and I won’t see as much to write about. (more…)

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Family, friendship and fun…

Saturday, October 29th, 2016

20161022_153304_richtonehdrFROM PLYMOUTH in the south they came and Inverness in the north, and points in between. Four blew in from New Zealand representing the world-wide reach of the Doyenne’s family. Aged from two to 86 and almost every one a Webster – a maist unseemly crew. (more…)

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Sea of memories

Saturday, October 22nd, 2016

dsc03813THERE ARE moments when I need to be near the sea. Last Monday I couldn’t resist its siren call any longer. The morning didn’t look too promising but I’ve noticed that often the weather on the coast is the opposite of the weather inland. I took my chances and, bundling Inka into the car, drove to Mains of Usan Farm below Ferryden, the former fishing village across the mouth of the River South Esk from the port of Montrose. (more…)

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