The Year Moves On

Glorious early autumn morning here at Strathnuin. Stags are roaring on the hill and from high overhead comes the haunting sound of pinkfooted geese arriving from the north. I think the swallows and martins may finally have departed and it’s probably only a matter of days before the high tops are covered with a frosting of white.

For those of you poor folks who don’t inhabit the Highlands you might like a translation of Strathnuin. A strath is a wide, shallow valley and nuin is the Gaelic name for the ash tree.


About edwardchunter

Hello, my name is Edward Hunter. I sit at home in the Dower House on the Strathnuin Estate and scribble about the adventures of my nephew Archie and his father Magnus, my older brother. Thanks to my gammy leg I don’t get to participate in this exciting world so I must content myself with writing about it. You can find my first book Windigo on Amazon
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