Walking on roads round the Moray Firth from Cromarty to Nigg Ferry would take three days, given my lower daily mileage on hard surfaces to avoid a reoccurrence of shin splints. When I set out on my coast walk, I […]
Day 280: Munlochy to Rosemarkie Read More »
A gorgeous morning transforms even the grim B9039. It joins the busy A96, arrowing seven miles through Inverness to cross the Moray Firth at Kessock Bridge, which is not my idea of fun. A fellow coast walker, Jon Combe, found
Day 279: Inverness Airport to Munlochy Read More »
This is my last trip of the year, taking a break in December to enjoy the Christmas build-up and spend time with family and friends. Wintry weather is forecast, so the tent is abandoned, the backpack space partly filled with
Day 278: Nairn to Inverness Airport Read More »
The puddles of water at my head and feet have nothing to do with the heavy rain during the night. Condensation is a challenge when bad weather forces me to close the tent flaps. We exhale more than a litre
Days 276 & 277: Craignure to Salen Read More »
Sharing yesterday’s waterfall adventure with the Mull Facebook group, Mullman responded with a lovely story, reminding me of Bella, our beautiful English Setter. The sheer drop near the waterfall is called Kelp’s Leap. When my stepfather, Iain Moody first came
Day 275: Carsaig to Craignure Read More »
To visit the second arch requires a real head for heights, hillwalking experience, extreme care, and decent weather. The path is more of a sheep path and any slip would be fatal. The Walkhighlands website has this cheery description of
Day 274: Fionnphort to Carsaig Read More »
The wind swirls round the tent, as it has all night. I sail back to Mull today before hiking south to Traigh Ghael Beach, regarded as one of the finest on the island and the most inaccessible. Sixty mph gusts
Days 272 & 273: Fionnphort to Traigh Gheal (and back) Read More »
How can I sleep for fourteen hours? Admittedly, the strong wind and heavy rain woke me a few times, but hiking in cold weather knocks me out at night. My neighbour has vanished, replaced by another tent overnight, and I
Day 271: Iona (North) Read More »
Returning to the, hopefully, midge-free West Coast, I’m hopping north from Tarbert to Iona and Mull, using their campsites before they close for the winter. It’s a lengthy journey up from home, with a two-hour wait between trains in Glasgow.
Day 270: Iona (South) Read More »
My final day on Lofoten and the first day of glorious sunshine. A Norwegian in the breakfast room drove five hours last night to hike in the mountains, telling me it’s the first day of guaranteed sunshine since the start