Exploring Our Wild Places Through Words

Exploring Our Wild Places Through Words

Snorkelling with jellyfish in Harris

Snorkelling with jellyfish in Harris

There is something strangely hypnotic about gliding over a kelp forest, the large brown-green fronds swaying in gentle unison with the tidal current in such a beguiling manner that one is drawn deep within its alluring embrace. I had only been snorkelling for a short...
Dawn’s sweet music

Dawn’s sweet music

A sweet note, and then one more; a musical couplet, followed immediately by another, hesitant at first but gaining in confidence as the music from this song thrush drifted across the cold dawn air of the strath. It was wonderful sound and a herald of spring, sparking...
On the cusp of change

On the cusp of change

The lime-tinted glimmer of catkins adorning the bare branches of this hazel by Rumbling Bridge in Kinross-shire. By my feet, more green verdant freshness: the emerging spears of snowdrops heralding the approach of a new season. I heaved a sigh of contentment, for the...
Plastic peril in our seas

Plastic peril in our seas

It had been an enjoyable snorkel, having taken to the water by this remote rocky cove on Waternish in Skye, with the distant hills of South Uist twinkling on the far horizon. Marine life abounded at every turn; shoals of young saithe flashed over flat-fronded kelp...
Roar of the stags

Roar of the stags

By Keith Broomfield Swirling rain swept across the flanks of this remote Deeside glen, and along the banks of a nearby gushing burn, newly arrived fieldfares cackled and bickered as they gorged upon the ripened scarlet clusters of rowan berries. Then, the air was...