Exploring Our Wild Places Through Words

Exploring Our Wild Places Through Words

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...
Paradise in a nutshell at Knoydart

Paradise in a nutshell at Knoydart

By Keith Broomfield They were flowers of the sea breeze, a sweeping carpet of yellow-dazzled colt’s-foot that swept along the wild Knoydart foreshore in a shimmering celebration of the beauty of a west highland spring. Often described as Scotland’s last wilderness,...
A magical otter encounter

A magical otter encounter

A piercing whistle whirls across the damp air from the far bank of the River Devon. I know it is an otter but as I peer through a tangle of alder and willow branches, I see no movement. Another whistle, even louder this time, and then I spot the otter running along a...