LAST SUNDAY the Doyenne and I set off to drive to Cumbria. In different circumstances we should have looked at the weather and postponed the visit. This one couldn’t be postponed as it was for a family funeral.
GLENESK HAS been part of my life all of my life. My earliest memories of the glen go back to about 1946 when petrol became more available post-war, and of picnics at a favourite spot of my mother’s by the side of the River North Esk.
YOU MAY remember what a lovely morning Monday was. Inka and I went out soon after 8.30 and were greeted by a spectacular winter’s scene – the ground iron hard and the grass white with frost.
THREE WEEKS ago I wrote about the difficulties wildlife experiences during what is known as the hungry gap period. Frost and snow make foraging for food difficult, the hedgerow berries and wild seed heads in the ditches and the margins have been stripped and our wild birds need support.