Sunshine, showers and a rainbow arching over Strathmiglo; a picture perfect reflection of a Scottish autumn as we sat on the summit of West Lomond following a leisurely hike up from Holl reservoir near Leslie.
Brambles, haws and elderberries, a verge-side scattering of scarlet and black fruits hanging heavy on bushes and forming a bountiful larder along this narrow lane in Strathdevon.
Mist swirling over the treetops of Rannoch Forest and the drizzle pit-pattering on my cap, making it a day to cast the eyes downwards as I seek out late summer flowers by this Perthshire track edge.
I’m sitting in the garden at dusk, the damp air hanging heavy from recent rain. A bat twirls by the leafy fringes of a sycamore, repeatedly sweeping towards the foliage before fluttering out again as it hunts for flying insects.
A light pale fluttering of under-wings in the oak canopy above me – a small butterfly, but of a type unknown to me, flying purposefully through the branches, turning for a moment to reveal darker top-wings before disappearing into the foliage.
Kennoway Den, Fife
I came with high hopes but was ultimately shocked when I reached the wide curve of the river and saw for the first time the long sandy cut by the far edge of the water.
Following on from a recent snorkelling trip to Lochinver in the north-west Highlands, my appetite had been whetted to such an extent that I couldn’t resist getting the mask and flippers out once more – but this time to explore the underwater world of Courier Country.
It is a conundrum I had never previously pondered, but as I watched this puffin standing on a rocky bluff on the Isle of May with its beak packed full of sprats, the inevitable question arose – how is it able to catch several fish at a time, one-after-another, without dropping some it has already caught?
A flash of crimson over the peaty-brown water, and then another one; two damselflies dancing above a little pool on this vast expanse of Perthshire moorland near Pitlochry.