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 »
At last, a clear sky — a mountain day. Sgùrr Dhomhnuill is the highest peak in Ardgour, at 2,913 feet, just falling short of Munro status. It’s a Corbett, a class of mountains in Scotland between 2,500 and 3,000 feet
Day 334: Sgùrr Dhomhnuill Read More »
A change of plans. The remaining Morvern coastline must wait until I have more time. I’ve booked an extra night in a hobbit hut at Sunart Camping in Strontian and will hike locally as the weather allows. I’m up early
Day 333: Ariundle Oakwood Read More »
Rain is forecast all day. Perfect for a wild camp on the remote Morvern Peninsula. Waiting in the stone shelter for the ferry across Loch Linnhe to Corran Lighthouse, six raucous women appear in huge overcoats over swimming gear, clutching
Days 331 & 332: Corran to Lochaline Read More »
The Ring of Steall is a classic hike along ridges linking four Munros in the Mamores. Cal is my guide once more for the scramble across Devil’s Ridge. Ascending 5,603 feet, we will burn a few calories. Leaving the car
Day 330: Ring of Steall Read More »
This time last year, I wild camped across the southern coastline of Mull, woken by the sounds of bellowing stags. I’ve barely progressed north, still captivated by the breathtaking landscape through Glen Coe, across Rannoch Moor, up to Fort William.
Day 329: Corrour to Spean Bridge Read More »
For the past 23 years, we have holidayed with the Bain family in various places in England and Wales, our children growing up together in a healthy environment of hiking, board games and irresponsible parents drinking too much wine. This
Scafell Pike & Blencathra Read More »