Weekend in… ayr

In the Scottish village of Kenmore, the mellow glow of Loch Tay draws visitors into a world of castles and crannogs, amid autumn’s beauty in a towering forest

Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap. “Oh, there it goes – that wee one’s for the pot.” The mussel in my hand slowly and silently hinges shut, like a lid on a fancy electronic bin. “If it closes completely that’s

THE BIG RIDE

WHEN the Campbell laird Sir Duncan planted part of his estate on Drummond Hill with oak, birch and Scots pines, it came with a serious warning. Anyone who was caught damaging the trees would face a fi

The landscape of southeast Scotland is very different to the rest of the country and more closely resembles neighbouring Northumberland. Successive ridges of rounded hills recede to the horizon, divid

We had thought that our Munro-bagging days were over, in spite of only ever having managed to bag a dozen of the 282 total in more than 30 years of hill walking. However, our son had bought me a guide