Settling down, being settled. We hear it all the time with, no doubt, mixed responses. I've always wanted to feel settled. A life spent jumping from city to city, job to job, has led to me treating everything as just a phase, a step towards the next thing. I've lived with one foot out the … Continue reading On settling down
Jeremy is my long term adventure pal, over the past few years we have swam in freezing waters, climbed hills, ran hundreds of miles, hung around in hammocks and jaunted all over the country. Last weekend he came to visit and wrote this beautiful blog post about it. I'm not going to say anymore but please go … Continue reading Jeremy’s blog
A little while back, I was on the phone to my friend, Mark, whilst slogging my way up to start the An Teallach ridge. It was an absolutely beautiful day, clear skies, a little wind, warm enough to walk in just a t-shirt but I was a bit nervous. I have no desire to die … Continue reading On turning back
Sat by the fire that she had made, watching the log that she had sawn in half with a rusty bandsaw, watching our socks steaming gently in the heat, she remarked that, “Everything I know about the outdoors, I’ve learned from my boyfriends.” This woman is incredible capable. Strong, resilient, knowledgeable and yet without the … Continue reading Ladies Mountaineering
Written about a month ago in Glencoe: I’ve always loved Glencoe. When I was starting out in the world of mountaineering I took my unsuspecting best friend up and along the Aonach Eagach ridge. A few months later I was back, setting out just a day or day after Christmas on a bleak, washed out, … Continue reading Meanderings on mountains
I’m writing this sat in the Cluanie Inn, a solitary pub set on the side of the A87. Starting just behind it is the Glen Shiel Ridge – 7 mountains strung out along one, not particularly tricky, ridge line. But why am I here and not back in Monar? The explanation is simple: I wanted … Continue reading On new jobs, bad weather and changing your plans.
(Prefacing this blog post is a bit of an apology - am dashing this out whilst I've got access to internet so it's very first draft-y). First up was An Teallach. I’d already heard so much about it and had spent a previous trip to Torridon gawping at pictures of its crenelated pinnacles. Originally, I … Continue reading Scrambling