If you want evidence that His Majesty The King has a whimsical sense of humour, you only have to look at his Thyme Walk. When he moved to Highgrove House near Tetbury, Gloucestershire, in 1980, the go

HOLLY pedalled along the track, the winter sun low in the sky ahead. She had one more stop, a stand of yew that would provide the final greenery she needed. Humming “The Holly And The Ivy” under her b

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I’m sceptical about news stories you sometimes read of big black cats roaming the countryside. I was, however, tempted to don my boots for a hike I found on the internet titled In the Footsteps of the

SHELTERED to the south by the Gargunnock and Fintry hills, the village of Kippen overlooks Flanders Moss and the flat Carse of Stirling to the loftier hills of the Highlands. This winter’s morning, th

To walk around a midwinter garden on a fine day when everything has shrunk down to its essential elements is like walking around a gallery. You can take your time, see things with fresh eyes and be ch