eBothy Blog

Back in the ‘Gorms

Friday Jul 6, 2018

Bynack Mor across the plateau

There’s nothing simpler in life than leaving behind the mad world and walking through a forest of native pines, the glint of a green lochan glimpsed through the trees and striding out towards a horizon of hills.

Walking with Clare

Sunday Feb 11, 2018

Across The Moors to Braggers Hill, Shropshire

On the rellie trip to Shropshire each year I always like to get out for a walk through the green and pleasant land. Leafing through the leaflets with a local 1:25K map on my lap, looking for a gem of a route never disappoints and last year I spied a cracking walk from Ironbridge to Wellington over the Wrekin.

The quiet world

Thursday Jan 25, 2018

Snow bunting, Isle of Skye

I’ve never really understood terms like ‘fundamental truth’ or ‘universal truth’, ideas which tend to be bandied around in the outdoor press by those approaching as much of celebrityhood as bearded tramps can. I always wondered what they were seeing that I wasn’t.

Before the storm

Saturday Jan 13, 2018

Rain pattered the window as I fell out of bed under a sky leaden with long exposure clouds smearing and mingling over the tops, not sure what to do. The forecast was a storm on the way, barrelling in from the Atlantic but a few hours of indecisive weather before it came in gave us a chance of a walk and some views. A jaunt up Ben Suardal with Mrs. Woman was just the ticket.

Atlantic storm approaching Blaven, Isle of Skye

Winter in Kintail

Sunday Jan 7, 2018

Sunday morning on dark, salt encrusted roads, a large moon riding high in the pre dawn sky as I drove across to Cluanie to make the most of the superb forecast of clear skies, light winds and lots and lots of snow. With the hotel car park locked I pulled up in the ice streams on the old road just past it, my nostrils freezing up as I pulled on big winter boots, slid the axe behind my neck and clumbed back along the road under the silver snow-shining mountains of Kintail.

Sunrise over the South Glen Shiel ridge

In Search of Silence

Thursday Oct 12, 2017

The end of an indifferent summer on Skye. The rowans in late July getting ready for winter, berries massing, ready for the arrival of the redwings. Leaves rattling like old hollow bones after the youthful swishing and dancing in summer storms. But this day is warm, sunny, humid. And strangely quiet.

Blaven from Bruach na Frithe

The Raven's Peak

Saturday Aug 12, 2017

Deer and her calf on the summit plateau of Meallan Odhar

The day promised a wet start, with early autumn showers heading in from the west coast and low cloud on the tops. However, with a clear afternoon in prospect I decided to head up a hill I’ve long admired on the way through Glen Shiel. Biod an Fhitich.

The Little Book of Gaiku

Friday Apr 21, 2017

Little Book of Gaiku

A book of Gaelic haiku poems to accompany my wild land photographs had been an idea ruminating in the depths of my own wild imagination for some time. Having taken the plunge and self published the Little Book of Gaiku I was amazed to be contacted by Scotland on Sunday newspaper for a half page spread on what was believed to be the first full volume of Gaelic haiku poems.

A Winter Climb in Great Gully

Monday Nov 21, 2016

Blaven above Kilbride

After a few days of grotbags weather plastering the mountains in the first big snows of the season, Sunday dawned cold, clear and utterly enticing. So it was into the car and round to Blaven for a look around. As usual, I didn’t have anything specific in mind.

Wild Suardal

Sunday Sep 25, 2016

Looking up towards Beinn Suardail from the old railway in Strath

A wild night on Saturday as the autumn storm season began with a rattling roof, torrential rain and gushing winds roaring round the side of the local hills. The trees danced all night so they were pleased when it dawned bright and sunny though the wind was still high.

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