“That is some of the best kilometres I’ve ever cycled, anywhere”.
It’s those eyes, the large intelligent eyes that are so striking, a piercing concentration that made me wonder whether this octopus was pondering a dilemma; should I stay still and rely on my camouflage for concealment, or perhaps better to make a dash for deeper water?
The two main summits of the Lomond Hills in Fife – East Lomond and West Lomond – are prominent landmarks, visible from across the kingdom and beyond.
It has been 30 years since I relinquished my last staff job as a newspaper journalist, looked over the cliff edge and jumped; 30 years of keeping nature’s company and trying to write down what I find there.
Urban walks are not always about pounding pavements, as this hike through the leafy western fringes of Kirkcaldy very ably demonstrates.
It was like treading upon a sweeping carpet of copper, such was the burnished tint of the beech leaves covering this track by the River North Esk near Edzell.
After travelling south through Fife to admire the newly opened, ultra-modern Queensferry Crossing, I took a step back in time and headed upriver to a pair of villages that hark back to a much earlier era.