Caterpillar

I’m staying in the Scottish Highlands this week, in the middle of nowhere.  On Monday, I drove four hours north until I had reached absolutely nowhere, threw a left up a hill, further into nowhere, and finally I turned right down a dirt track until I reached the very heart of nowhere.  Trundling the last … Continue reading Caterpillar

Cheviots

We walked through hail on the Cheviots, those rolling hills that straddle the border between England and Scotland.  I was on the southern side, in Northumberland, when big, fat balls of hail began to prick my cheeks like tiny needles.  Starting out, it was sunny and cold with no sign of hail as we trudged … Continue reading Cheviots

Journey

Setting off backwards, with a view to the west from my seat on the train, the sun is so bright that it hurts my eyes.  A storm is forecast, it should be here by now.  The weather is running late.  Rabbits are frozen like ornaments in a scrap of scrubby field alongside a stream. The stream … Continue reading Journey

Trees Please

We’ve peaked.  We’re sliding towards bare branches, denuded winter trees, skeletal frames that you’ll soon believe will never have leaves again.  Yes, the intensity of autumn’s colour blast looks like it’s been run through too hot a wash; its vibrancy has been siphoned off, insipid now, like an 18thCentury patient drooping from bloodletting. I walked … Continue reading Trees Please