Letters swallow themselves in seconds. Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like moth wings, marry the air....

There is nothing like a festive tankard to start a new year, a lovely hot flagon of mulled wine with bits of fruit (oranges, cranberries and...

On our morning walks, there are clear signals that seasonal changes are in the air. The persistent strands of Virginia creeper wrapping old ...

It's small things that engage one's attention at this time of year: fallen leaves like confetti on the dock at the lake, trees rain...

Wishing you abundance, cheer and rude good health in this shiny new year, wishing you many a festive beaker (or a noggin or a dram) too. Be ...

It seems right to begin the last blog entry of the calendar year with sunlight shining through a fog over the Clyde river on a late December...

It's small things that engage one's attention at this time of year: fallen leaves like confetti on the old wooden dock at the lake, ...

On Sunday morning, clocks in the little blue house in the village turned back an hour, and Daylight Saving Time waved goodbye until next yea...

Wishing you abundance, cheer and rude good health in the shiny new year about to begin, many a festive beaker (or a noggin or a dram) too. B...

On Sunday morning, clocks in the little blue house in the village turned back an hour, and Daylight Saving Time waved goodbye until next yea...

And so it goes... Many trees in the Lanark highlands have already lost their leaves and fallen asleep in their leaf-strewn alcoves, but othe...