No prizes for herons in fashion or architecture…   Herons, I once wrote, are flamingos dressed by Presbyterians. I like the image so much, here it is again. The writer’s conceit, revisiting […]

An insight into a typical day for nature writer Jim Crumley … I am walking the line between Highland and Lowland, a ridge to the south of the Trossachs’ mountain heart. […]

As the forests of Scotland revive, Jim Crumley reckons its about time a former resident deserves a billet I once sat and watched a pair of captive lynxes for half an […]

At last it is September, and I head for the woods. Every season has its moments in the woods, but September is when my least favourite of all the seasons’ variations […]

The swifts came late. If you remember April 2012 at all you will remember it with a shudder. North-easterly winds, rain, sleet and snow, and spring hiding its head under […]

The sounds of Shetland’s seabirds were music to the ears of Jim Crumley NATURE in a place like Shetland is symphonic. Or it’s jazz with a particularly Ellingtonian twist. Nature […]

A weasel fears no-one – not even Jim Crumley There is a scruffy little country lane I walk down from time to time, knowing that I’m safe from all forms […]

You remember late March, of course, when summer temperatures lay on hill and shore for two breathless weeks. You scratched your head and harked back out loud to 2011’s account […]

This rock has been sitting with its back to me for quite a while now. Time has stalled, become meaningless, which if I’m honest is the way I like it best. Spring is […]