I have been thinking about the Scottish football team because, well, hasn’t everybody?
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This is a plea for the land. In particular, it is a plea to stop treating it as if it owes us a living.
Sooner or later, as September drifts towards October, and autumn drifts towards its prime, I incline towards the idea that I have an appointment to keep.
Sometimes I think the only people who truly understand the human condition are the great songwriters.
I have been watching a lot of kingfishers. No, that’s wrong. I have been watching kingfishers a lot, usually the same ones.
Ah, September! The TV weather forecaster utters the magic words: “Tomorrow is the first day of meteorological autumn”, and I dance a jig.
I took a good long look around Dens Park from the vantage point of my season ticket perch in the Bobby Cox Stand – or to supporters of a certain age the Provie Road End.
Say for the sake of argument you are an extra-terrestrial from a galaxy far, far away, you just dropped in for a few days of space tourism on planet Earth last week, you wanted to know a little bit about the place, and so you picked up a copy of The Courier (why wouldn’t you?) each day.
The day evolved, like so many of this summer’s days, out of showers and downpours into too-good-to-be-true sunlight.
Skye again, otter watching again, a head-full of Gavin Maxwell again.