A new year and the train rattles north through unfamiliar landscapes: wet, grey, rivers in spate, snow on the mountain tops, and stags watching from hillcrests. A handful of passengers burrow under layers and woollen hats in the cold carriages. […]
Day 341: Mallaig to Mallaigmore Read More »
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 »
Heavy rain falls all morning. I’m content to scan the treeline for wildlife from the warmth of the bunkhouse lounge, relaxing with an endless supply of tea and buttered toast, one of the benefits of diverting to Acharacle yesterday to
Day 339: Strontian to Acharacle 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 »