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Lost on the Hills – A Confession
I wasn’t going to tell you about this but, after giving the matter some thought, I decided that, in the interests of
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Treasure in the Hills
Every now and again life just goes pear shaped. It happens on a fairly regular basis for me and I’ve no reason to
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Mountains in the Mind
I’ve been looking at a lot of geo-porn recently. In moments of weakness I’ve been fantasising about what it would be like to
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Look Back in Anger – The Pennine Way
“We’re going to the pub!” Mr Jones stated with unusual vehemence, standing outside the tent on the small Highland campsite. “Oh yes,” I
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Walk Like a Ninja
I have a theory. It may be a bit crackpot but at the end of this little blog I’m sure you’ll agree that
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Giving up the Bottle
I’ve given up the bottle. Never again will I take a swig of cool refreshing liquid from the neck of my flask and
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Death by Armchair
“Those things,” said my mate Dave, pointing at a rather nice armchair covered in a blue flowery material, “kill people.” I’ve always been
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Hill Walking – Why bother
I made it on to the first summit of the ridge just south of Cluanie Inn and looked along the range of hills
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Me and Mr Jones
There is grass in my baked beans – I must be camping. It doesn’t matter how carefully you cook things when you are
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