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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Countryside snooker championship

May 17th, 2003

YELLOW, GREEN and brown, the first three colours on the snooker table, were the predominant colours of the countryside as I drove down to Dunblane. Well, it was the way my mind was working having stayed up the previous evening to watch Mark Williams beat Ken Doherty to become the 2003 World Snooker Champion.

Oil seed rape provided great splashes of bright yellow. Sown in autumn, once it sprouts a couple of inches it goes into suspended animation until springtime, then grows at a terrific pace to be one of the first crops to be cut.

The young growth of barley and wheat provided the green. Some is also sown in autumn and known as the winter crop, but most was sown only several months ago. Interspersed between these two were brown fields that had been newly planted, mainly with potatoes that haven't had time to make their appearance above ground.

It was a cracking spring morning and the sky was blue. As I passed Perth Aerodrome there was still plenty of pink and white cherry blossom frothing on the trees. Postie's red van went rattling up a farm road. Maybe some unwelcome bills, but perhaps a couple of welcome cheques!

And lastly black. In a field beside Glamis there was another black Highland bull – or was she a cow? You wait all your life to see a black Highlander and then two come along almost at once. Now, do you think snooker could become an outdoor sport?

Whatever the time of year I always know I'm lucky to live in Scotland. My journey to Dunkeld took about an hour and a half, and what a colourful, joyous experience it was. First of all driving through fertile Strathmore, the great strath, or valley, that extends from Forfar to Perth. Long views in every direction, with changing colours and light and shade as the clouds moved over the landscape.

Out of Perth and down the A9. From the top of Cairnie Brae Strathearn spreads out on each side of the road. This is the strath of the River Earn which flows out of Loch Earn and joins the Tay just below Perth. Once again the long vistas brought a lift to the spirits. I stopped for a few moments to enjoy the panorama of views.

Past Gleneagles and you're looking into Strathallan, the strath of the Allan Water which flows into the River Forth. All the while the eye was taken to distant hills sparkling with spring colours.

The journey back was no less memorable. The sun was heading over to the west and what had been in sunshine on the way down began to drift into shade. Colour was replaced by shape. Home was just over the hill.

For all the travelling abroad I've done, there's nowhere I know to beat our own Scottish countryside.

Written on Saturday, May 17th, 2003 at 10:32 pm for Weekly.