John D Burns

Me and Mr Jones

There is grass in my baked beans – I must be camping. It doesn’t matter how carefully you cook things when you are [...]

The huge ginger monster glowered at me from behind the bar of the Clachaig Inn and said it again, “We’ve poison bridies.” I [...]

I’m driving along the small twisting road that runs between Portree and the Skye Bridge. It’s late at night, very dark and, of [...]

I am thrashing my way up the hill as fast as I can go. My legs protest, muscles ache and my lungs are [...]

“Have you got me?” I called down to John and was assured all was well. I let go of the top of [...]

This splendid photo was posted on the Scottish Hills forum in response to one of my posts about eating pies on the hills. [...]

I’m going to be brave and step into the unknown. I’m about to attempt the impossible. I don’t know if it can be [...]

My universe turned white. There were no other colours visible. If I looked up I saw snow falling if I looked down I [...]

I’m driving along the shore of Loch Ness, my eight year old daughter in the back of the car, when she suddenly yells [...]

I have a wardrobe full of old trousers I never wear. I don’t wear them because I can’t get into them but I [...]