In search of oak woods
Whenever I walk through this oakwood I always feel a sense of timelessness, it’s as if this wood has always been here and time has not touched it. Here, on […]
Whenever I walk through this oakwood I always feel a sense of timelessness, it’s as if this wood has always been here and time has not touched it. Here, on […]
Old, well known paths are like familiar friends, unchanging, dependable, there for you when you need them. I’ve walked this little path many times but as soon as I leave […]
I am four years old and fast asleep in my bed at home. Suddenly I am aware of being lifted up. Sleepily I realise I am in my father’s arms. […]
Thirty years have passed since I walked up past the entrance to Balmoral Castle and into the forest beyond. As I head up the forestry track I pass the […]
I am following a small path, and reach a point where the glen steepens and narrows. Soon the glen is reduced to steep sided ravine, below me the hillside ends […]
It’s dark and raining heavily now. The bothy fire smokes for a few minutes, coughs, splutters and then dies. Charlie, my walking companion on this trip, who has been working […]
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 I stand on is just sort of […]
We spend our time in the hills gazing across huge vistas, wondering at the enormity of the hills around us, staring across wide valleys or endless glens. Yet, to […]
I have finished my book. The Last Hillwalker is now looking for a publisher. Now I can blog again! I’ve loads to tell you. Journey’s into the remote Scottish Highlands, […]