Skylark, have you anything to say to me?
Did you know that Saturday April 22 is Earth Day? No? Well now that you do know, what would you like to do about it?
If you are one of those people who don’t go to Dens Park because you think life is too short and your time can be more wisely spent, you would have had some unlikely adherents in the Bobby Cox Stand on Friday night.
One of the most telling symptoms of the crass stupidity that underpins the very idea of Britain leaving the European Union has probably escaped your notice.
The oystercatchers are back.
What do you think about omens? Perhaps you don’t think about them at all, of course, in which case, what follows may leave you scratching your head.
The Insh Marshes, a little after dawn. Freezing fog, the back road in the lee of the northern corries of the Cairngorms tending towards skittishness.
It comes around almost as regularly as leap years.
I was persuaded a few years ago by some less than exhaustive research that my particular branch of the Crumley tribe was thriving in a wee village in Donegal around 1790.
It is satisfying to know the special relationship still hangs together so well after all these years, especially given the increasingly tricky vagaries of our 21st century world.