John D Burns

Mountains in the Mind

I’ve been looking at a lot of geo-porn recently. In moments of weakness I’ve been fantasising about what it would be like to [...]

“We’re going to the pub!” Mr Jones stated with unusual vehemence, standing outside the tent on the small Highland campsite. “Oh yes,” I [...]

I’ve been a good boy this weekend. I made some wholemeal bread on Saturday, went walking in Glen Affric on Sunday and, if [...]

I have a theory. It may be a bit crackpot but at the end of this little blog I’m sure you’ll agree that [...]

I’m willing to bet that over the last few weeks at least a handful of observant people will have informed you, with dour [...]

I’ve given up the bottle. Never again will I take a swig of cool refreshing liquid from the neck of my flask and [...]

“Those things,” said my mate Dave, pointing at a rather nice armchair covered in a blue flowery material, “kill people.” I’ve always been [...]

That winter’s evening the back bar of the King’s House was packed to the roof with a menagerie of outdoor folk. Keeping [...]

I made it on to the first summit of the ridge just south of Cluanie Inn and looked along the range of hills [...]

There are angels out there, or at least some people will tell you there are. I saw a short public access programme last [...]