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.
Thursday Jan 25, 2018
I’ve never really understood terms like ‘fundamental truth’ or ‘universal truth’, ideas which tend to be bandied around in the outdoor press by those approaching as much of celebrityhood as bearded tramps can. I always wondered what they were seeing that I wasn’t.
Saturday Jan 13, 2018
Rain pattered the window as I fell out of bed under a sky leaden with long exposure clouds smearing and mingling over the tops, not sure what to do. The forecast was a storm on the way, barrelling in from the Atlantic but a few hours of indecisive weather before it came in gave us a chance of a walk and some views. A jaunt up Ben Suardal with Mrs. Woman was just the ticket.
Sunday Jan 7, 2018
Sunday morning on dark, salt encrusted roads, a large moon riding high in the pre dawn sky as I drove across to Cluanie to make the most of the superb forecast of clear skies, light winds and lots and lots of snow. With the hotel car park locked I pulled up in the ice streams on the old road just past it, my nostrils freezing up as I pulled on big winter boots, slid the axe behind my neck and clumbed back along the road under the silver snow-shining mountains of Kintail.
Thursday Oct 12, 2017
The end of an indifferent summer on Skye. The rowans in late July getting ready for winter, berries massing, ready for the arrival of the redwings. Leaves rattling like old hollow bones after the youthful swishing and dancing in summer storms. But this day is warm, sunny, humid. And strangely quiet.
Saturday Aug 12, 2017
The day promised a wet start, with early autumn showers heading in from the west coast and low cloud on the tops. However, with a clear afternoon in prospect I decided to head up a hill I’ve long admired on the way through Glen Shiel. Biod an Fhitich.
Friday Apr 21, 2017
A book of Gaelic haiku poems to accompany my wild land photographs had been an idea ruminating in the depths of my own wild imagination for some time. Having taken the plunge and self published the Little Book of Gaiku I was amazed to be contacted by Scotland on Sunday newspaper for a half page spread on what was believed to be the first full volume of Gaelic haiku poems.
Monday Nov 21, 2016
After a few days of grotbags weather plastering the mountains in the first big snows of the season, Sunday dawned cold, clear and utterly enticing. So it was into the car and round to Blaven for a look around. As usual, I didn’t have anything specific in mind.
Sunday Sep 25, 2016
A wild night on Saturday as the autumn storm season began with a rattling roof, torrential rain and gushing winds roaring round the side of the local hills. The trees danced all night so they were pleased when it dawned bright and sunny though the wind was still high.
Tuesday Sep 20, 2016
A three month photography exhibition with the John Muir Trust in Pitlochry, an article on Blaven in TGO, an upcoming feature in the John Muir Trust journal on connections between wild land and the Gaelic language and a book on Gaelic mountain poetry in the works.