First frost – and a recipe for rosehip syrup

This morning the mist filled the valley and hung above the silvered lawn and powdered roof tiles.  During the night, Jack Frost had crept around the House at Nab End, his cold breath and icy fingertips spreading frozen tidings through the air and across the ground. Down the lane, the local hedgerows are adorned with…

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…