My dear Glasweigan friend has a roaming uncle Jim who has a wee Scottish Highland terrier named Angus. Together the boys explore the highlands near their Strathclyde home.

As a former author of British and American characters and Scot-ofile, I adore when Jim graces us with piccies of he and Angus’ explores.

Perhaps you are in a dark place today where it is difficult to even see the bird singing in a tree outside your window. I’ve been there far too often. Betrayal will do that.

Look up. Look outward.

Here’s a ray of Scottish Highlands to lift your spirits.

There’s still a world full of stunning places and wee small characters with which to share it.

Peace.