Thursday Oct 8, 2015
The forecast was good but the hills were clagged with atmospheric drifting vapours, so I just went out for a walk. I didn’t mean to end up on the top of Blaven.
Saturday Sep 26, 2015
I’ve been rather busy of late setting up my new photography business Gabbro Photography. It was a fair old journey designing and building the site to be mobile friendly using Bootstrap and involved too much time on the computer for an old gangrel like me but the end result was worth it.
Saturday Jul 25, 2015There were a couple of conflicting forecasts for Saturday. MWIS pointed to clearing conditions and cloud above 900m by afternoon, while the BBC had it deteriorating into the afternoon, with roving bands of heavy showers. The BBC won. But I didn’t realise this until the afternoon arrived, by which time I was sitting on the summit of Sgurr na Banachdich in the Cuillin mountains of Skye. My local hills. There are a few ways to get up Sgurr na Banachdich.
Sunday Jul 5, 2015Ah the blog. I have a blog I suddenly remembered! What with stravaiging, cycling, writing (a bivvy article in The Scottish Mountaineer), preparing for a photography exhibition and what not, it’s been quiet in the eBothy but this weekend was a cracker as I met up with an old friend at Suardalan bothy for his final Munro. It was to be Beinn Sgritheall by the north ridge. The connoisseur’s route. The forecast was ridiculous for summer.
Tuesday Apr 21, 2015Ah yes, it’s that time of year, when I let loose a sigh of relief that the incessantly soft and deep snow has gone and the spring flowers and birds are returning to my old friend, Blaven. It’s been a busy time lately, what with doing my CBT, and passing my theory test (now that was a surprise!). I needed to pass in order to take my motorcycle mod1 test and so turned up at Kyle of Lochalsh on a wild day of atlantic storm and rain and signed in at the mobile test van.
Thursday Apr 16, 2015Easter! Dust off the Brompton, fill up the 120L sac and head for the Armadale ferry, train down to Oban then cycle down the road to the Gallanach campsite, ready for the early ferry on the Saturday morning to the Isle of Coll. That was the plan but in my haste to get moving, I forgot to put the spacer back on the folding pedal and as I was cycling round Mallaig waiting for the train, it began grinding into the crank.
Monday Mar 23, 2015It just sort of happened. I emailed the editor of The Scottish Mountaineer, the magazine of the MCofS, asking if he’d like an article on wild sleeps and pointed him to my flickr stuff as examples of pictures. The reply was along the lines of ‘yes but how about a photo feature first?’. And so, in the February 2015 edition, it duly appeared. Solas, a collection of mountain light pictures, with some Gaiku thrown in.
Thursday Jan 29, 2015Quite often, reading someone’s autobiography, especially if it has an outdoors theme, it makes you think back to your own beginnings. Where you started and where you’ve ended up, so far. So it was with me as I sampled Ray Mear’s tales of early wanderings and thought back to a particular day, thirty years ago this year. Standing on the platform at Bridge of Orchy station, looking to a black cloud banked west crammed with rugged mountains, rushing torrents and wild moorland, a scraggy seventeen year old with his head full of the Gaelic language, highland romance and mountaineering exploits prepared for a walk into the wilds.
Sunday Nov 16, 2014Continuing with the very mild weather, I fell out of bed, had a nice coffee and a read through the outdoors mag then out the door and round towards Torrin for a day scrambling. And what a morning it was. Blaven was stupendous. In fact it was such a beautiful morning I kept stopping to take pictures of that wonderful hill. On the way though, just before Torrin I came round the corner to find a car blocking the single track road.
Saturday Nov 15, 2014What a strange autumn it’s been so far. Temperatures in the mid teens, not a sign of snow after the first dusting at the start of October and quite a lot of warm sunshine. Sums up today’s wander across the wild moors of south Skye. It was just one of those days. I didn’t want to drive anywhere, just fall out the front door and walk. And keep walking without having to bother with a map either.