I was reading in a Sunday newspaper (so it must be true) that doctors have started to prescribe a wonder cure to help with physical, emotional and mental wellbeing: go for a walk in the woods.
I had a very strange dream. I have lots of strange dreams, but most of them end up in the dream dustbin, where I think they are recycled into episodes of Celebrity Big Brother.
There was a quote from Davos that caught my eye. It caught my eye rather than my ear because although it was uttered on air, it was on a channel my TV fails to recognise: Sky.
Ravens don’t hang about. No sooner have the late afternoons begun to nudge towards daylit early evenings than they start to flex territorial muscles.
I am a newcomer to the eagle glen. My 40 years acquaintance with the place is only a few more years than the lifespan of a single golden eagle, assuming it is given the opportunity to die quietly of old age.
Happy New Year, and welcome to 2018! It occurred to me as I eyed its blank canvas stretching off into imponderable distance, a landscape fertile with hope, packed with life’s possibilities, that 20 years ago this year I went to Alaska, and my life’s compass realigned itself.
Day by day, week by week, month by month, the V&A building embeds itself into the cityscape of Dundee and into the hearts and minds of the natives. By now we know that this is becoming something sensational.
I first came across the expression “let wildlife manage wildlife” in a book by the American wildlife artist and writer David M. Carroll.
Something trembled in a corner of my sight, something tiny and pale in all that pinewood landscape. A mountain burn tumbles past the corner of the wood and into the river there, and where their banks meet is a small stand of aspens.
Did you notice that last Friday, December 1, the day you hung up your advent calendar (because nothing says Christmas like chocolate coins), and the first day of meteorological winter, it got milder?