Hello readers!

1 03 2011

I’ve started this blog in response to requests from my friends to write further about my cowardly exploits in the hills of Britain and elsewhere.

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Broken Down Hag on Ben Vorlich & Little Hills

14 12 2014

Wed 5 Nov 2014

Just as I set off on this trip my Polo’s ‘engine management’ light came on (bloody modern cars and their sensors). Luckily, before I continued my journey, I had an hour-long appointment just across from my regular car repair garage so I dropped it off, fluttered my eyelashes and asked if they could check it out now please. Luckily, they were quite happy to do so – it did cost me £60 for them to run the check though so that’s possibly why rather than my eyelash-fluttering skills! Read the rest of this entry »





Misty Borrowdale

6 12 2014

Wed 26 Nov 2014
Richard and I have just come back from a trip to North Lakes with a stay at Braithwaite and then down Borrowdale. We got a slight shock when we found that one of our proprietors, whom we hadn’t seen for a year or so, has decided to change from man to woman! :-o Read the rest of this entry »





Ben Tianavaig, Skye

27 11 2014

Recently, a fellow blogger and friend, Bob of Blue Sky Scotland, mentioned that he and his co-blogger, Alex, had a quick trip to Skye and debated about doing this hill after they’d tired themselves out on Glamaig the day before. They decided against it so I’m now writing about it and showing them the photos to tell them what a great, easy day they missed! ;-) Read the rest of this entry »





Great Borne & Starling Dodd from Ennerdale

16 11 2014

Wed 29 Oct 2014
Unfortunately, I forgot my film camera for this walk – and the weather was perfect! :-| So, these are all taken with Richard’s digital – while they’ve all come out great, I can’t help thinking how nice they’d have been with the film SLR.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
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Beinn Fhada – the Daunting Sister

8 11 2014

Sun 21 Sep 2014
On the Sunday of my Skye trip I was due to return home but the weather was superb – I texted Jonah the day before to see if he could fit me in to do some more Cuillin Munro Tops but he said he was busy. I decided I’d have to do something on the way home as you can’t waste good weather in Scotland.

I normally drive home from Skye via Glen Spean straight to the A9 although it is a longer route as, trafficwise, it is much better and you save a fortune in fuel. The A82 is a very slow route in places – the only bit where you can get past some of the dawdlers and get a move on really is across Rannoch Moor. I did have some tops still to do in Glencoe however so thought I’d best try to force myself to tackle one of my bete-noires – Beinn Fhada in the Bidean nam Bian range – one of the famed Three Sisters of Glencoe. Read the rest of this entry »





Fiskivaig to Talisker Bay

2 11 2014

Sat 20 Sep 2014
Having cancelled my planned Cuillin Skyline walk with Jonah my guide, due to a bad weather forecast, I awoke to find a clear, starlit sky followed by a beautiful day – grrr! As I was staying at a B&B down in Portnalong, however, I decided it was time to do a walk I’ve wanted to do for a while – to Talisker Bay via the moorland track from Fiskivaig…

Talisker Bay Water Channel
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The Basteir Tooth

29 10 2014

Fri 19 Sep 2014
On the basis of the continuing superb September weather and great forecast, I quickly rang my usual Skye Guide Jonah on the Tuesday night and, finding he was free for the rest of the week, hurriedly booked time off work and set off for Skye on Thursday afternoon. My objectives were to do two walks to try to bag some of the remaining Munro Tops I had left to do in the Cuillin – seven in all which would take three walks to do. I thought trying to do them all would be pushing both my nerve and my luck too far really as the Cuillin Munro Tops are a pretty ‘exciting’ bunch!

As I arrived at Kyle and the Skye Bridge, however, I became worried at the amount of low cloud and mist – it was so bad that, as I drove over the bridge, I couldn’t even see the sea below me! A familiar feeling of foreboding crept over me… Read the rest of this entry »