In late October, this place burns with auburn beauty. The heather has finished her purple phase and is browning, ready for winter. The mosses are still in denial, burning brightly green in the glut of moisture. Bracken, in death, is painting rust over the landscape, to argue softly with the myriad of greens and yellows… Continue reading Scottish autumn

We played in the forest, alongside a river where there were sparkly stones, and golden leaves turning, glinting and catching the light above us. Patches of blue skated across the sky, chased by clouds and short-lived showers… Continue reading Loch Leven

Under the grand gloomy old cedars, it is dry, despite the rain that ricochets off the large puddles in the gravel drive. The drive is a long tunnel between ancient oaks. Who planted them? Continue reading Kinlochlaich