Good Reads for Bad Days 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 [...]
Tear the compass from my cold dead hand. December 22, 2013John D Burns 36 I’m in the forest, it’s dark, I’m on a path that didn’t exist when they made the map I’m using. I can see [...]
Cotton Joe made it! 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 [...]
The Downhill Mountaineering Club November 24, 2013John D Burns 28 Part two of my Glencoul odyssey Sometimes you know in advance that things are not going to go your way. My plan is [...]
The Boobs of Glencoul November 16, 2013John D Burns 5 It’s dark and I’m miles from anywhere in one of the Highland’s remotest glens, Glencoul, and the bothy in nowhere to be seen. [...]
The Wet 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 [...]
A Water’s Tale July 9, 2013John D Burns 7 I’m getting soft, I realise, as I stand looking at the icy waters and contemplating the idea that I may actually have to [...]
The Unforgiven Mountaineer June 9, 2013johndburns 24 Everything had been fine until I’d answered that question but now a silence hung in the air like a malevolent fart. I sucked [...]
A Quiet Word May 11, 2013johndburns 18 The moment I walked into the bothy I could tell something was wrong, I could feel the tension in the atmosphere. The last [...]
A gift from the mountain gods April 7, 2013johndburns 8 I’m doubled up over my walking poles, high on a snow slope, gasping for air like a goldfish plucked from its tank. My [...]