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Kryptonite
My sunrise alarm went off at ten to four. I stuck my head out of the tent to see wall-to-wall clag. Back to bed. By six, the mist had lifted and it had brightened up a bit so I got the breakfast on. I could see the full length of the ridge I’d traversed the…
The Rushmore finale
The family calendar was filling up faster than an MP’s bank account. A free weekend was a rare sight, but a miserable forecast certainly wasn’t. The guide from MWIS was clear: north, Miss Tessmacher, north. The further north the better, but to be honest we don’t fancy your chances much. I left a little earlier…
A long way for a scampi supper
This winter is proving to be a wee bit odd. Wettest on record they say, but I’m pretty sure they say that every month now. There’s certainly a lot of snow out there. The ski chaps are struggling to keep their tows running and even MacInnes stirred from his slumber (for that is what giants…
The Rushmore finale, part 2
There’s a weird thing that happens when you’re camping, you revert to being a bit more primeval. Your caveman brain reasserts itself. I find that my internal security system kicks in and I always sleep with one ear open. It took me a moment to come round and realise what had set the alarm bells…
G3 Summit meeting
There’s a small (but elite!) band of outdoor bloggers and enthusiasts that meet regularly round Glasgow way, a group which I’m proud to belong to. Most of the time we’re eating random sandwiches in the Tiso cafe and talking gear, but on rare occasions we even manage to get outside. I’d been planning a day…