It’s a beautiful morning for my last day of hiking in 2025, following the long road to the sea across Kentra Moss, a vast area of blanket bog ringed by snow-capped hills. I make a few friends along the way. […]
Day 340: Ardtoe Peninsula Read More »
The lure of a cooked breakfast in Acharacle has me packed and on the move by 8 am. My overnight beach, another of those “Singing Sands” that never perform, is highly recommended on several walking sites. I’m not sure why.
Day 338: Camas an Lighe to Glenborrodale Read More »
Despite a fitful night, repeatedly sliding down the slope and inching back up in my sleeping bag like a caterpillar, I managed to sleep for 12 hours again. The rattle of waves on the stony shore grew louder through the
Day 337: Port Eigin-aig to Camas an Lighe Read More »
Could you sleep for 12 hours on an inflatable pad only 51cm wide, the width of a PC keyboard? It transpires I can, in the long night, with only stars for illumination, cocooned in a warm sleeping bag. I tried
Day 336: Port Min to Port Eigin-aig Read More »
A lonely road winds for 36 miles from Strontian, where I finished my last trip, across the wild and remote Ardnamurchan Peninsula to a lighthouse perched at the most westerly point of Britain. I plan to follow the road and
Day 335: Glenborrodale to Port Min Read More »