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The Fearlessness of Weasels
A weasel fears no-one – not even Jim Crumley There is a scruffy little country lane I walk down from time to time, knowing that I’m safe from all forms […]
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A Few Bars Of Birdsong
You remember late March, of course, when summer temperatures lay on hill and shore for two breathless weeks. You scratched your head and harked back out loud to 2011’s account […]
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Ptarmigan Watch
This rock has been sitting with its back to me for quite a while now. Time has stalled, become meaningless, which if I’m honest is the way I like it best. Spring is […]
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Meeting Mother Nature
The roe doe is the spirit of the edge of the wood this bright and mellow May evening. And what on earth, you might well ask, do I mean by that? […]
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Something About Swans
Sometimes I thirst for the company of swans. It is fair to say that wild swans in a wild setting can summon me into a state of thraldom unique in […]
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Juniper, The Enduring Highlander
To the devestation of gin drinkers everywhere, Scottish juniper is at severe risk of dying out. From our archives, Jim Crumley pays homage to this mountaineer of shrubs… […]
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A Feathered Entertainer
Suddenly the glen bursts free from its straitjacket of commission spruces into a climbing arena garbed in well-spaced, hand-planted, young Scots pines – the good and the bad of the […]
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Highland Stand-Off
The wind is dry ice, the sky is pewter-grey and heavily pregnant with unborn snow. The dusk thickens too fast amid the old drifts that patch the hillside. There is […]
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An English Invasion
With the 500th anniversary of Flodden and the 700th anniversary of Bannockburn behind us, you should know that Scotland is being invaded by the English yet again. It is the […]
