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.
A STEADY breeze was blowing over Cairn o’ Mount and, as I neared the summit, what appeared to be a parachute rose from the ground with a figure hanging below it. I stopped in the car park to watch.
THERE IS magic in the music on a lovely summer day, is the opening line of a song, The Lovely Glens of Angus, which you don’t hear these days – well, I haven’t heard it for a while.
POETS’ CORNER in Westminster Abbey commemorates sixteen First World War poets whose names are inscribed on a slab of Westmoreland slate. With one exception they are English.