Exploring Our Wild Places Through Words

Exploring Our Wild Places Through Words

Enchanted by the frog chorus

Enchanted by the frog chorus

I heard the frogs before seeing them – a pulsating, rhythmic hum that ebbed and flowed across the afternoon air. This frog chorus was hypnotic and alluring, and accompanying their gentle croaks were the rougher ‘qwark-qwark’ calls of mating toads. I was on the...
The wild aura of the Insh Marshes

The wild aura of the Insh Marshes

By Keith Broomfield The flat expanse of the Insh Marshes swept away in the distance, glowing ochre under the soft autumnal light. From my vantage point on a slope in Lynachlaggan wood, my mind visualised the intricate mosaic of pools scattered across this rich,...
In search of the ptarmigan

In search of the ptarmigan

By Keith Broomfield It was like searching for a needle in a haystack –  instinct told me that ptarmigan were watching my every move on this 3,000ft high boulder field in the mountains by Glenshee, but their cryptic plumage had merged these subarctic grouse...