John D Burns

The nights are Drawing in – News Flash

I’m willing to bet that over the last few weeks at least a handful of observant people will have informed you, with dour [...]

I’ve given up the bottle. Never again will I take a swig of cool refreshing liquid from the neck of my flask and [...]

“Those things,” said my mate Dave, pointing at a rather nice armchair covered in a blue flowery material, “kill people.” I’ve always been [...]

That winter’s evening the back bar of the King’s House was packed to the roof with a menagerie of outdoor folk. Keeping [...]

I made it on to the first summit of the ridge just south of Cluanie Inn and looked along the range of hills [...]

There are angels out there, or at least some people will tell you there are. I saw a short public access programme last [...]

I can’t take it anymore. This is my last blog. I will never write another. After this blog I am going to take [...]

There is grass in my baked beans – I must be camping. It doesn’t matter how carefully you cook things when you are [...]

The huge ginger monster glowered at me from behind the bar of the Clachaig Inn and said it again, “We’ve poison bridies.” I [...]

I’m driving along the small twisting road that runs between Portree and the Skye Bridge. It’s late at night, very dark and, of [...]