Sign of the Times
In one of my previous posts http://johndburns.wordpress.com/2014/01/15/true-north/ I made some comments at the expense of Scotways previously known as the Scottish Rights of Way
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Lessons on mountain biking or How Not to get to a bothy
Everything has just gone pear shaped. I hit the ground with an emphatic thud. My legs float skywards and I can see the clouds
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Maol Bhudhie – episode 2
(If you go two episodes back in the blog you can read the first instalment Judgement Day) It’s the morning after the walk
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Folk Lost on the Hill
The large black Labrador shuffled uncomfortably in front of the fire. He was, as is typical of his kind, an expert human watcher
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True North
This far North, in January, it never really gets light. I can see the sun peeping over the tops of the hills that
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Tear the compass from my cold dead hand.
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
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Cotton Joe made it!
This is the guy I met on that wet day in Glencoul. See my previous two posts. Cotton Joe at the end of
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The Downhill Mountaineering Club
Part two of my Glencoul odyssey Sometimes you know in advance that things are not going to go your way. My plan is
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The Boobs of Glencoul
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.
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