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Madeira: So Let Me Get Right to the Point . . .
A clifftop path through some of the most spectacular coastal scenery in the world . . . Continue reading
Posted in Cookery, Environment, Food, Geology, Hiking, Mountains, Walking
Tagged Cape Wrath Trail, Madeira
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The Quest for Breakfast Above Loch Lochy
ON the crest of a wet and desolate Cam Bealach, as rain streams in from the north, a desperate man wanders through the mire . . . Continue reading
Posted in Camping, Climbing, Cookery, Food, Hiking, Life, Mountains, Walking
Tagged Cape Wrath Trail, Munros, Scotland, The Munros
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Martindale Fells and the Three-Legged Pig of Prague
YOU think you know your parents. You presume that, after a lifetime of familiarity and togetherness, their lives, their characters and their pasts are so utterly immovable and unchangeable that they might as well be cast in stone. Then one … Continue reading
Posted in Climbing, Cookery, Food, Geology, Hiking, Mountains, Walking
Tagged Cape Wrath Trail, Lake District, Mining History, The Lakes
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Cape Wrath – the Edge of the World
THE roar of waves pounding ancient cliffs echoes from somewhere far below. Before me, the blue Atlantic stretches to distant rocks where only seabirds venture, lands where glaciers grind to the sea, and ice floes where polar bears wander. This … Continue reading
The Half-Naked Man (Bearnais Bothy to Achnashellac)
A HALF-NAKED man stands on the banks of the River Carron with a pack on his back, gazing forlornly across the water towards the first main road he has seen in three days. Travellers on the A890, their attention arrested … Continue reading
A Night on the Cluanie Ridge
“TAKE CARE. You are entering remote, sparsely-populated, potentially dangerous mountain country.”
Strathchailleach Bothy – And the Spade Behind the Door
SO much for Sandwood Bay and the ghosts. So much for Scottish weather. Last night I spent a half hour walking along the sand while a thin drizzle leached off the Atlantic, and another half hour crouching under an overhanging … Continue reading
Hail Storm Behind Conival
A HAIL storm rolls along the flank of Beinn Uidhe – a white curtain sweeping down the glen, engulfing everything in its path. Soon, within a matter of minutes, I’ll be alone in a completely white world – in the middle … Continue reading
The Descent of Man (A Fire in Glen Elchaig)
IN Glen Elchaig I trudge west along a rough road to a stone bridge over a stream that I’ve pinpointed on the map as a potential place to camp. This is called forward planning – a concept I am not … Continue reading
A Faithful Heart (Another Country – Part 3)
JOHN PRESCOTT is still the main topic of conversation at breakfast. The outrage is tangible. Meanwhile, after enjoying a second bath to discourage any remaining deer ticks (I find another behind my right knee), I strike up a conversation with the … Continue reading
And There’s Another Country (Another Country – Part 2)
I’M in a dislocated place, somewhere that’s been shifted by forces stronger than gravity. I appear to have strayed onto a planet similar to our own and into a land similar to our own – only it’s a land that’s … Continue reading
More Than 39 Steps (Another Country – Part 1)
RICHARD HANNAY slipped out of his London flat one pale morning and blundered into the Scottish boglands, pursued by a collection of diligent constables and shifty foreign rogues. Before he took the rash decision to embark on his journey, he … Continue reading
