Stromeferry. Queensferry. The Ferry in Inverness (now known as Merkinch). What do they have in common? Well they all used to have a boat to take people and goods across a body of water. I think the word ferry comes from the Norse "to carry" and I love seeing the word and finding out all … Continue reading Is There a Ferry to Lochindorb?
Foulbog to Dryfehead
"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
The Rugged Country of Coire Garbhlach
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
When the chance came along to visit the abandoned island of Belnahua, on the west coast, my immediate response was an unambiguous YES as the exploring nerves in my body all went into overdrive. A friend is writing a book partly based on the island and she was chartering a boat to go over and … Continue reading Belnahua Bound
Cottongrass and Cloudberries
A walk around Sgairneach Mhor and Beinn Udlamain in the heat.
It’s hard not to get lost in The Lost Valley
I've driven along the A82 through Glencoe many times. The road is an outdoor addicts dream as you pass mountain after river after ridge after yet more stunning views. Despite the many drive-throughs, I had no idea the Lost Valley (or Coire Gabbail) existed until about 4 years ago when I walked the Bidean Nan … Continue reading It’s hard not to get lost in The Lost Valley
Lock Skeen Sun
As I left my house this morning, I was dreaming of a Texas sun. Or at least that was the song I was listening to, by Khruangbin, as I drove south to pick up Dave and then on to the car park at the Grey Mare's Tail, near Moffat. Our packs laden with food and … Continue reading Lock Skeen Sun
Loch Laidon Living
As the number of vaccines administered hits the millions, the end might just be in sight. I say that with one eye on a future that is still very much unknown. As one sage-like fellow said: "Anything can happen, and often we are wrong. The best we can do with the future is prepare and savour the … Continue reading Loch Laidon Living