I’m walking up a sunny lane, a chunk of cake in one hand and a mug of sweet tea in … Continue reading The Fellsman Hike 2017
“Your toe nails, they are not black, you cannot be a runner” said a Belgian lady in the post Jura … Continue reading Three weeks, three of the best Scottish hill races.
Whist down in the glens, thoughts are turning to spring, snow drops busy pushing their way to the surface and … Continue reading Spring snow strides
I first heard about it on ukc. The middle aged men of britian were were typing furiously into their key … Continue reading Glencoe skyline
Every footfall takes me further from the girl in the car park, up in the mountains I am changed. Conflicts, … Continue reading Mountains for the soul
Friday night in Portree and the rain hammered the roof of the van whilst the wind buffeted it about. We … Continue reading Trottenish ridge race 2015
I seem to spend my life yo-yoing up and down the highlands; neither yellow van or me enjoy it much, … Continue reading Paps of Jura race 2015