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)
"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
The Ferrata Tomaselli is a well known Via Ferrata in the Dolomites, and also possibly one of the hardest. It also gives its name to an award given out at an annual meeting of two outdoor sports clubs for what they call "endeavour". This yearly award was given out on Saturday night past and I'll … Continue reading The Tomaselli Salami
Two days walking part of the Southern Upland Way from Balgrennan to Dalry with Paul and James. Our camp near White Laggan bothy looking towards Loch Dee, a peak at just how "dark skies" that part of the world is, and our morning view as the sun was hitting Craiglee. A belter of a trip. … Continue reading Dark Skies
The first in a series of things we've built to improve our garden, entertain Young Johnston and get us through lockdown! A hut/den/bothy.
Last weekend, Neil, Gordon, James and I were supposed to be heading to Sandwood Bay. But the weeks worth of torrential rain had put that plan on (pretty wet) ice. We scoured the weather forecast for even a glimpse of sun, anywhere that the chance of rain was low-ish. We settled for a trip to … Continue reading Carron Bothy