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.
AT THE end of last week a reader called to tell me he had been watching a small pack of five white fronted geese in a field near Arbroath. Like the other grey geese they are winter migrants to the UK but I associate them with the West coast, especially Islay, and I don’t believe that I have ever seen one.
DRIVING OUT of the village to take Inka a walk, I saw a pack of about forty geese preparing to land in a grass field that slopes down to the road. I pulled into the side to watch them. The low winter sun picked up every feather of their plumage.