Sunday Apr 21, 2019
I took a notion to ride the fatty down Glen Sligachan recently as the weather has been bone dry for a couple of weeks and the track would be less of a bog. I also took the notion of making a short film of the trip but it ended up being more of a philosophical insight into why I go to these places.
Thursday Jan 24, 2019
With the winter starting at last as a cold blast came down from the north west and draped a white sheet over the mountains, we headed up the potholed main road, past the emerging crash blackspot at the Sligachan junction, through the quiet streets of Portree to a small car park just north of Loch Fada, our goal a bimble along the southern part of the Trotternish ridge to The Storr.
Wednesday Jan 2, 2019
With a huge dollop of high pressure hanging over the highlands, the cloudless cold and clear sky could not be ignored and the three of us, myself, Mrs. S and Dr. A.H.B Man (more anon) left in a hurry bound for Banrigh an Eilein Sgiathanaich, Bla Bheinn, Queen of the Winged Isle.
Wednesday Nov 28, 2018
The other weekend I headed across the water, with my lovely wife, to the wonderful island of Raasay for an ascent of Dùn Caan, the flat topped highest point where Johnson and Boswell danced a jig in 1773. I also brought an old friend.
Sunday Oct 28, 2018
I really should have been bivvying on the hill last night. A night of long moon and washed out starlight glinting on the Cuillin snow fields. This morning was stunningly clear and cold with snow patches lingering in the garden as we headed round to the Blaven car park for a bimble up An Stac.
Saturday Oct 27, 2018
I went to bed with the rattle of hail on the lum and the fast swish of storm driven snow on the roof, to awaken on Saturday morning to a bright and fresh world of newly lain white.
Saturday Sep 15, 2018
The first reports of snow in the Cairngorms were coming through shortly before I set off up the north west coast with Penguin, heading for Sandwood Bay and the bothy at Strathchailleach for a midweek visit. We’d decided to leave it until later in the year to avoid the hell of social media zombies moving from site to site in search of likes and shares.
Sunday Jul 8, 2018
A restful night at Glenmore Lodge on Tuesday after my day on Bynack Mòr saw me woken at 7 am on Wednesday morning by a chainsaw in the woods next door, so I popped down for a hearty breakfast consisting of an overflowing bowl of freshly made porridge, washed down with a mug of coffee and an orange juice and I was ready for the hill.
Friday Jul 6, 2018
There’s nothing simpler in life than leaving behind the mad world and walking through a forest of native pines, the glint of a green lochan glimpsed through the trees and striding out towards a horizon of hills.
Sunday Feb 11, 2018
On the rellie trip to Shropshire each year I always like to get out for a walk through the green and pleasant land. Leafing through the leaflets with a local 1:25K map on my lap, looking for a gem of a route never disappoints and last year I spied a cracking walk from Ironbridge to Wellington over the Wrekin.