johndburns

The Bothy with no Name

April 27, 2014johndburns 6

It’s all going pear shaped, I’m running round the house looking for my head torch, my little stove and my set of pans. [...]

April 10, 2014johndburns 22

The large black Labrador shuffled uncomfortably in front of the fire. He was, as is typical of his kind, an expert human watcher [...]

January 15, 2014johndburns 22

This far North, in January, it never really gets light. I can see the sun peeping over the tops of the hills that [...]

December 28, 2013johndburns 6

I’m writing this in the little blip that exists in all our lives between Christmas and new Year. It’s like a temporary truce [...]

December 11, 2013johndburns 8

This is the guy I met on that wet day in Glencoul. See my previous two posts. Cotton Joe at the end of [...]

November 1, 2013johndburns 10

I’ve been trying to ignore it for a while but now I’ve had to accept the something is happening “down below.” My inner [...]

October 4, 2013johndburns 12

Many years ago I was walking through a Canadian forest, heading for an ice climb, not too far from the town of Banff. [...]

September 18, 2013johndburns 10

Now this is going to hurt. I think you can say, with some certainty, that if you sent off from the little seaside [...]

August 26, 2013johndburns 6

Over recent months I’ve taken to the road heading about the Highlands on my road bike. Here’s one of my favourite runs from [...]

August 12, 2013johndburns 2

Something is coming towards me through the mist, I can see the figure of a man, easily nine feet high, striding in my [...]