John D Burns

Folk Lost on the Hill

April 10, 2014johndburns 22

The large black Labrador shuffled uncomfortably in front of the fire. He was, as is typical of his kind, an expert human watcher [...]

March 16, 2014John D Burns 20

The Iron Lodge is behind me, once a proud place, the lodge now languishes with an aura of genteel decay. Light fittings dangle [...]

January 15, 2014johndburns 22

This far North, in January, it never really gets light. I can see the sun peeping over the tops of the hills that [...]

January 2, 2014John D Burns 8

Sometimes the weather creeps up on you. You read the forecast and decide there’s nothing doing on the hills for a while and [...]

December 28, 2013johndburns 6

I’m writing this in the little blip that exists in all our lives between Christmas and new Year. It’s like a temporary truce [...]

December 22, 2013John D Burns 36

I’m in the forest, it’s dark, I’m on a path that didn’t exist when they made the map I’m using. I can see [...]

December 11, 2013johndburns 8

This is the guy I met on that wet day in Glencoul. See my previous two posts. Cotton Joe at the end of [...]

November 24, 2013John D Burns 28

Part two of my Glencoul odyssey Sometimes you know in advance that things are not going to go your way. My plan is [...]

November 16, 2013John D Burns 5

It’s dark and I’m miles from anywhere in one of the Highland’s remotest glens, Glencoul, and the bothy in nowhere to be seen. [...]

November 1, 2013johndburns 10

I’ve been trying to ignore it for a while but now I’ve had to accept the something is happening “down below.” My inner [...]