Into the Angus Glens for a warming saunter up Cat Law and then a cool down dip in Reekie Linn.
The title of this post could be a little confusing, as I saw not one single seal in my 4 days on the Ardnamurchan peninsula. But the translation of the Gaelic name for the area gives some indication of the lie of the land we're talking about if you've never been, or indeed never heard, … Continue reading The Headland of the Seals
The clouds concealed the blue sky that was no doubt shining up above the grey barrier. This was the one recent morning that our weather hadn't seen us blessed with sunshine and warmth. And this was the morning I chose to visit the tidal pool at Pittenweem. Not so much poor planning, it just so … Continue reading On the Pool
It's been a while since I journeyed around a grid square, checking if my map and compass knowledge are still in a vague working order. So with a day to amble I had a think about where I wanted to go. And with fuel prices (and all other prices) going northwards of £1.80 for a … Continue reading Grid Square Journeys no. 4 – NN 7351 (Coire Pheiginn)
Yellowcraigs beach in East Lothian must have set a Guinness World Record last summer. One night saw 180 tents camped on the beach, according to a couple of rangers we chatted to on our second day here. Thankfully, last weekend, it was much, much more peaceful. Dave, Young Johnston and I shared the sights and … Continue reading Yellowcraigs
"Foulbog" The name of the rural house to my right as I drove over the line separating the Scottish Borders from Dumfries and Galloway which made me giggle. On a par with "Cauldhame", another building moniker I've seen on a walk which would surely make you re-think whether it was the best place to live … Continue reading Foulbog to Dryfehead
According to the LearnGaelic dictionary, Garbhlach apparently means rugged country. And this was where I was heading for a bluebird weekend with some of the boys, a roam around the rough corrie and the wider expanse of Glen Feshie, one of my favourite glens. Coming from different parts of the country, we all converged on … Continue reading The Rugged Country of Coire Garbhlach
After a tough week at work and the world political situation moving into some kind of parallel universe, a day in the outdoors was a necessity. And after first planning a walk along the River Tweed, I spoke to Mr Clyde who was continuing his mission to stride along the Southern Upland Way from East … Continue reading Scarred