


Where it all began: Fraserburgh
The story of ‘John Ross and me’ started with a tenuous link to the town of Fraserburgh lying out on the exposed north-east ‘shoulder’ of Scotland. It was a place I knew little about, other than it usually had a pretty brisk wind blowing in off the North Sea! At that...
John Ross and Me
If this old saying is even half-true, then in the case of ‘John Ross’ and me, I would be truly honoured to think so. The Sioux, Navajo or Apache ‘medicine men’ were no slouches when it came to understanding that the visible world is not all there is; the unseen is...
Love wildlife? Then Operation Noah will blow your mind
The longest and most extraordinary story of wildlife rescue in history On the left you will see a coiled serpent looming over the dam with its fangs bared, ready to strike. This is Nyaminyami, the river god of the great Zambezi. According to legend, he became very...
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