John D Burns

Tear the compass from my cold dead hand.

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 [...]

October 12, 2013John D Burns 3

Mountains are big. I’ve noticed. In fact they are really big at the bottom and always very small at the top, that’s how [...]

October 4, 2013johndburns 12

Many years ago I was walking through a Canadian forest, heading for an ice climb, not too far from the town of Banff. [...]

September 18, 2013johndburns 10

Now this is going to hurt. I think you can say, with some certainty, that if you sent off from the little seaside [...]

September 15, 2013John D Burns 16

As I wake from the cocoon of my sleeping bag, the first thing I do is feel my legs. Sure enough, they remember [...]

August 26, 2013johndburns 6

Over recent months I’ve taken to the road heading about the Highlands on my road bike. Here’s one of my favourite runs from [...]