In our fast-moving and ever-changing world, they represent continuity and permanence — so it's perhaps no surprise that we invest so much affection in our favourite trees and feel such sadness when they finally bow to old age.
To see them in captivity is pleasure enough, but there is nothing quite like a wild haggis experience to stir the heart of any Scot.
Apart from the obvious attraction of our own Courier page, one of the few things keeping me on Facebook these days is being able to keep up with some of the great local history groups that use it to share photos and memories.
Looks like I got my wish.
I’ve been trying to put it off as long as possible, but it’s time to admit it: summer cycling is over and the shorts have to be packed away once more.
The Courier's favourite paramotorist — admittedly, the daring nature of the sport means it's not a long list — has been at it again.