Medicinal meadowsweet – a visit to the Dancing Dolphin, Skye

We pulled up at a croft by the shore of Broadford Bay and stepped out under the benevolent gaze of Beinn NaCaillich. The old woman was cloaked in grey fog, as if drawing a thick shawl around herself for protection from the mizzle.  We, on the other hand, found solace from the damp inside the…

Lighting the fires at the House at Nab End

The chill in the air that causes the leaves to turn now prompts us to turn on the heating. Over the summer months two new woodburning stoves have stood in the downstairs rooms, like friendly black Labradors, expectant and eagerly waiting command from their masters. Lighting small fires to begin (in order to bake the…

Chasing rainbows on the Isle of Skye

It had rained in the night, but the sky showed signs of clearing.  Setting off along the road to Broadford, a rainbow danced on the moor above the Black Lochs.  It became a day of chasing rainbows. Some appeared as broad blocks of colour that painted the mountainside, others as graceful arches, rising high into…

Favourite forms in the garden

As autumn's mists descend and the sun grows weaker, the garden fills with skeletal forms. Blooms gone, new structures are revealed. Papery cowslip heads provide a welcome retreat for Nab End's harlequin ladybirds. But it is the hellebore's elfin hats, the foxglove's bells, the rustling heads of columbine, and the lily's russet casings that appeal to me,…