Rab McNeil
When it comes to trousers, Rab admits he’s a corduroy man through and through
Ferry trip rekindles memories for Rab of the big ship that never took him anywhere
Red currants are a favourite with Rab – and the birds in his garden
THE LAST WORD: Rab is looking forward to the rise of the robots and sharing a beer or two with his
Will ‘cloud eggs’ jazz up Rab’s breakfast boredom?
Rab shares his perfect days but reveals he’s feeling a bit restless
Rab channels his inner Grim Reaper with a new sickle
Rab’s fab new headphones are a whole new aural experience
RAB MCNEIL: Mr Mess tackles the decorating but it will be fine when it’s finished
The beasties and birdies are in Rab’s garden but what do they make of us humans?
RAB MCNEIL: Small pleasures can be a blast
Rab’s hilltop climb takes him to the peak of ‘the quiet of the world’
Rab risks controversy by admitting a love for fake flowers
When it comes to privet, Rab is hedging his bets
Rab’s window on the world becomes the window of his soul
Rab conquers the challenge of dining out alone
Bright lights, big city – but Rab’s glad to be home in the country again
Saying hello doesn’t cost anything – rude walkers get Rab’s goat
Rab did not expect swinging in a hammock to be so relaxing
RAB MCNEIL: Wild outdoors is wonderful if you can get out the house
For Rab, the mountains, the woods and the sea bring true contentment
Rab is like one of Tolkien’s Hobbits: ‘I have two breakfasts’
The perils of driving at night on an island road leave Rab in the dark
