There’s a storm howling outside and the wind roars down the chimney as the flames lick the birch burning, the heat touching the cold in the room, hailstones dancing on the window. Silver birch, Betula pendula, thrives here...
Category - Foraging & Outings
The turning of autumn
A time of morning mists and still pools, of roaring winds and falling apples, swirling leaves of fiery hue, of dark nights full of stars and screeching owls. Times of dew-covered cobwebs glistening in the dawn light, mysteriously...
The language of the senses
Water, the elemental essence of life, of our bodies. A visceral trickle running down the flank of a...
Women and the Land
About 15 years ago I was living and working in Dubai. A desert with the world’s biggest...
Old Ways and New Journeys
I’m nothing more than someone who is trying to gain an understanding of my past history through...
Living off the Land
Unless you are a forager, you might not know that the early leaves of the rowan tree taste like...
Kill or cure
A late spring can bring feelings of malaise and tiredness. One of the tonics common to Orkney last...
Cape Wrath – What’s in a Name?
When Bob Tateson retired from teaching in Orkney he volunteered to help look after the bothies in...
Walking with Ravens and Wonder
Soaring. That is the word. On top of the world, or so it seems, above the busy valleys below, side...
On the road in Sutherland
A bitterly cold east wind hurls its force through the darkness outside the building, but all...