I FIRST visited the Hebrides more than 25 years ago on a week-long midwinter trip to South Uist, most memorable for the 100mph gales blowing sheep past the windows of our rented cottage.
It's a case of mud, mud, glorious mud for participants in next month's Mud Rush, which aims to raise funds for people with sight loss.
Nestled in a large meadow half-encircled by the River North Esk near Dalkeith, Melville Castle wears its history well.
One thing I've learned over the years is never to judge a country by the road from the airport.
"KEEP going, it's just over the brow of that hill." I keep going.
POTTERING around in Orlando sounds like an oxymoron.
For at least four centuries, we've enjoyed several varieties of Narcissus in this country.
IF ever I'm in doubt of the motivating power of charity, I think back on my first marathon last year.
This Spring, two long-standing nature festivals have joined forces to pack more of a punch and tempt visitors south to enjoy some of the land's most fertile wildlife havens.
IT is the land where they say what is dead may never die - a motto which buoyed us greatly as we began our approach into Lordsport.
I am sitting in my tent, 26,000 feet up on Mount Everest, and someone comes to tell me that a Swiss climber has died in the next tent.