OTHER THAN farmers, passionate gardeners and golf course and bowling club greenkeepers I suspect the majority of us take grass pretty much for granted. We wish we didn’t have to cut it because it just encourages it to grow again.
THE HARVEST is underway now. For the next month combine harvesters will crawl across the landscape gobbling up the golden grain and threshing it all in one operation, and spewing out the spent straw to be baled into monstrous Swiss rolls.
THE BLACK Isle is one of Scotland’s bread baskets – rich, fertile land so called, some say, because of its temperate climate. When the rest of Scotland is white with winter snow it sidesteps the Black Isle whose fields are snow free and black.
WE THINK we have a third clutch of tree sparrow chicks ready to fledge and leave the security of the nesting box.