Fire and Men
It’s dark and raining heavily now. The bothy fire smokes for a few minutes, coughs, splutters and then dies. Charlie, my walking companion
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bothy
The Gravity Trap
Normally, when I’m out in the hills, I don’t worry too much about what the ground beneath my feet feels like. The earth
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Small Things
We spend our time in the hills gazing across huge vistas, wondering at the enormity of the hills around us, staring across
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station at the end of the universe
I have finished my book. The Last Hillwalker is now looking for a publisher. Now I can blog again! I’ve loads to tell
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You Can’t be Too Careful
The helicopter lurches violently as it swings round the end of ridge and into the head wind coming down the glen. “Good of
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Bothies, Bikes and Bogs
I can see the bothy from here. It’s tantalisingly close. In fact I’ve been able to see the bothy for quite a while.
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Environmental Vandalism
Sometimes I see things that really make me incensed. A little while ago I wrote about a Sand Martin nesting site on the
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Are you a real man
The wind rattles the bothy door and pushes hopefully against the windows, the frames flex under the pressure of the gale but I
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Of Mice and Men
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