Algy perched on the grassy banks of the Mill Burn, dangling his toes carelessly over the edge. Despite months of almost perpetual rain – not to mention the frequent hail and sleet – the water was surprisingly clear. It was fun to peer through the pattern of swirling bubbles on the surface to watch the flow of the water over the pebbles down below, and the dance of the sodden grasses and bits of weed that had been carried down the stream and were now caught on the trailing branches of the alder trees. But although he looked very carefully, Algy failed to see any fish. Perhaps the burn flowed too rapidly at this point; the fish were probably sheltering in quieter pools further up the burn. Algy wondered whether he should fly up the hill to look for them, but the bitter north-west wind was so cold and strong, and it was much more exposed up there… he decided that it was a better idea just to sit in this pleasantly sheltered spot, and watch the water flow.

Algy hopes that you will all have a very happy weekend, with plenty of time to sit quietly and watch the water flow 🙂


Although it was bright, it was a bitterly cold day, with a strong icy wind blowing straight from the Arctic. So Algy flew down to the warmest spot he know – the flat red rocks by the side of the blue burn. It was sheltered there, and the sun warmed the rocks nicely, so he made himself comfortable and spent a happy Sunday afternoon just watching the water flow by.

Algy hopes that you are all enjoying your Sunday in a comfortable spot too 🙂

On St. Patrick’s Day, Algy always dyes his hair green, and this year was no exception. But as he stretched himself out on a warm, flat rock beside the blue burn, to dry his hair in the sun, he noticed something strange. It seemed that the burn had undergone a transformation… Had he done that, or was it just the effect of St. Patrick’s Day?

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone 🙂 xoxo

This is the sound of the burn tumbling down the hillside in the Scotch mist, just as Algy heard it while perching in a tree overhanging the water on a dreich February day.

Over the years, the blue burn had cut its own channel through the peat bogs as it made its way from the rocky hillsides down to the sea. The banks of the burn were therefore below ground level, and well sheltered from the bitter winds above. Even in winter, it could feel warm by the burnside, and – if the sun managed to shine – it was Algy’s favourite spot for winter sunbathing. He loved to tuck himself in among the heather and dry grasses and watch the light playing on the water as it gurgled and swirled around the many bends in its sinuous path.

Listen to the sound of the blue burn running through the peat bogs to the sea, as Algy heard it on a sunny February afternoon.

There had been a noticeable improvement in the weather, and for the time being it felt almost warm in sheltered spots out of the wind. Algy knew just such a spot, where the burn broadened out for a stretch between rocky banks covered with overhanging gorse and heather, and flowed for a while towards the west, so that it got plenty of afternoon sunshine. He found himself a perch low over the shallow water, where he could watch the play of light and shadow at close quarters, and dozed happily there in the sunshine for an hour or two, or maybe three…

A little further up the glen, the burn flows much more rapidly over the stones. Algy just loves to sit and watch the water, listening to the gurgling, trickling sounds that it makes, and he just can’t resist dangling his feet in it …

Listen to some of the sounds which Algy heard.