Things to Come September 8, 2014johndburns In the deep darkness waves of rain sweep down the glen, battering the hills, bouncing pebbles off the tracks and swelling the engorged [...]
Lessons on mountain biking or How Not to get to a bothy June 19, 2014johndburns 4 Everything has just gone pear shaped. I hit the ground with an emphatic thud. My legs float skywards and I can see the clouds [...]
Poca Buidhe – The Stolen Bothy May 16, 2014johndburns 12 It’s all very hush, hush. I’ve issued conflicting information on which Scottish mountain I’m going to camp on to confuse the opposition. As [...]
Folk Lost on the Hill 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 [...]
Judgement Day March 16, 2014John D Burns 20 The Iron Lodge is behind me, once a proud place, the lodge now languishes with an aura of genteel decay. Light fittings dangle [...]
True North 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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Marathon Men 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 [...]
Riding the Highlands 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 [...]