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 July, 2017

Singing nature’s sweet praises

Saturday, July 29th, 2017

Doyenne's rasp jamTHEY SAY it’s not a good idea to take your religion from hymns but some are absolute belters and you feel the better for singing them. Once in a while a hymn resonates with my own experience, like one we sang last Sunday.

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All at sea on the lake

Saturday, July 22nd, 2017

025AFTER LUNCH on Monday I couldn’t stand sitting indoors any longer so I closed my computer and set off with Inka through the woods to Fasque Lake to see what activity there was now that the busiest part of the breeding season is coming to an end.

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The water ran red

Saturday, July 15th, 2017

Well of 7 heads 011THE CALEDONIAN Canal is one of the great waterways of Europe, built by Thomas Telford, one of Scotland’s greatest engineers. Running north-east to south-west, it connects the east coast at Inverness with the west coast at Corpach, near Fort William, at the head of Loch Linnhe.

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Boldly going firth to Portmahomack

Saturday, July 8th, 2017

005SIXTY YEARS ago Bonar Bridge was a busy hub for traffic travelling from Inverness, turning west and north for Ullapool and beyond, and east and north for Wick and Thurso.

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Maritime matters and fine foods

Saturday, July 1st, 2017

Portsoy Boat Festival 004REGULAR READERS of this column will know of my fascination with the small boats I find tied up in small harbours all round our Scottish coast. It drives the Doyenne near demented when we’re on holiday and I take an unannounced turn down a minor road in response to the siren call of a roadside finger post beckoning me in the direction of a pier – an invitation I rarely can resist.

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