A few photos of a few places taken over the last twelve months; some with the kids, some with friends, mostly alone. Some from trips that were many months in the making, others from trips that were planned an hour before leaving the house. Numerous trips were cancelled, postponed and rearranged due to what’s been something of an […]Read more "2016 “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”"
It all started off innocently enough, ambling through a quiet Kinlochleven on a damp grey Saturday to begin a four day backpack around the Mamores at the tail end of Winter. The town was deserted and smelt like woodsmoke, the only people I did see were nipping out to the shops and back home to warm fires. In the forest surrounding […]Read more "The Mamores: The Mountains that stole my trousers"
58km walked over five days A plan had started to form almost exactly a year ago, a warm sunny Easter Sunday just before 7am sat on the summit of Mullach Coire Mhic Fhearchair during a round of the great wilderness of Fisherfield. Looking south to Torridon lay a sprawling sea of jagged summits, all wearing the last of the […]Read more "Plan B: A backpack around the bothies of Attadale"
A year bookended by long dark winter camps where frost coated the tent and hot drinks were made on repeat for the sole purpose of staying warm. As the months passed and the days grew longer and warmer endless summer days were spent backpacking; travelling light, walking till sundown and setting off again at dawn. All in […]Read more "2014: a year outside"
Total distance 46km with 2701m ascended Inshriach Forest was a pure vision of autumn, the deciduous conifers had turned golden against their evergreen neighbours and red squirrels darted back and forth across the track and up into the canopies. There was a thick course of moss growing up the centre of the road leading out from Feshiebridge, […]Read more "Frozen Tents and Ptarmigans: a wintry backpack around the cairngorms"
Regardless from which side you look at it, whether from a great distance or at close range, An Teallach (‘the forge’) is a formidable sight. The jagged pinnacles of Corrag Bhuide appear like black shattered teeth protruding into the sky, so sharp and pointed that it’s easy to imagine cutting yourself at the summit whilst the ridges look to […]Read more "An Afternoon Scramble on An Teallach"
Home for the next few days was the Fisherfield Forest, a great wilderness in the far corner of the highlands between Loch Maree and Little Loch Broom, void of roads and signs of modern civilisation for miles in every direction. The summits of the Fannichs lay close by to the east, the sharpened tops of […]Read more "Why Rush: A backpack round Fisherfield"