Monthly Archives: April 2017

Another day on the West Highland Way… and the best day’s company yet. Of course Becca is back on the trail and we were joined mid-stroll by not only the Wee Yin but his missus too. The scenery, nioe back in Argyll and Bute, continues to be wonderful And I felt that joining in with

ah, yes, cast your mind back to ’78… today was largely about getting along and past Loch Lomond. It is a beautiful Loch … here’s the view from the top end “… sugar, this one is it…” i also found a walking companion who goes at the same pace, is interested in the same things

you take the one and I’ll take the other…. yep, I’m on the bonny bonny banks of a certain Loch. The (excellent) BnB owner of last night convinced me to take the scenic (read longer) route so up Conic Hill to get The View. I’ve seen worse. today was a continuation of The WHW; despite

The joys of relative flat once more … F & C Canal to start with, West Highland Way (WHW, natch) to finish with along with some dismantled Strathblane railway .. and here’s a picture of Train McTrain Face to prove it I also seem to have stumbled upon, and along, stretches of the John Muir

Linlithgow on a Tuesday night turned out to exceed expectations. An old MBA chum lives (sort of) nearby and suggested meeting up. The suggestion of The Four (Bloody?) Marys was corroborated by the previous night’s boozer’s denizens and what a darn fine choice it was. The sort of local where you quickly feel local, regardless

it was a crisp start, thought I’d capture it before frostbite set in The forecast was such for me to don the long trousers for the first time… various snow, sleet and hail showers but definitely more showers as opposed to yesterday’s storm. Of course there is a poetic romantic beauty to snowclad moors and

probably like me you normally lose focus when the weather report starts talking about that northern place… as part of some sort of shock tactic this morning they put lots of white stuff on the UK pic in this neck of the woods and talked about bitter northerlies. my first-hand interpretation of this is that

i realise a few people were donning Lycra and running around London today in some sort of demented pub crawl in The Big Smoke but geez, really,…  I believe the max any of them did was 26 miles and 385 yards and then they got some TLC in the form of a cuddle, some aluminium

Well, one half of the ‘Scotland or bust’ statement has been achieved. For the record it occurred at about 9:30 this morning GMT (Goodge Milestone Time) after approx. 730 miles, 1.4 million steps and 35 days of walking. I had images of Sturgeon in some pre-referendum-union-dissolution fit of exuberance meeting me with steely glare or