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Half-Baked
Meeting with dodgy blokes to receive a bundle of used £20 notes is not how I usually spend my lunchtime. Cash, to me, is something that usually only exists in cyberspace - numbers on a web screen or graphs
FALIME
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Is Sylvia There?
Long 450 miles drive home. We stopped off in Inverness for some lunch, and it really impressed me (the city, I mean, not the sandwich - although that was OK too). It seemed to be a cute, modern little town,
Mauling
"You seem to be going awfully fast," said the perspiring southern lady on the footpath to Stac Pollaidh, "would you pull me up?" I smiled politely, but in reality I was both shocked and pleased to have realised that over
Relative Sobriety
Anakin rock (uh-huh). The female vocalist wailed like a cross between Courtney Love, Manda Rin and Siousie Sioux whilst the band backed her up with a big sound resembling a meeting of Mogwai and the Smashing Pumpkins. I was most
No Such Deviations
I first wandered up the long track toward Beinn Dearg a year ago, when Daffy insisted we leave it at an early stage and clamber up through snow-covered heather onto a large rounded ridge which seemed to go on forever
Soggy Foothills
Sunday a handful of us bagged Ben Wyvis, where apparently Martin Moran was avalanched during his record breaking winter munro expedition. Our trip up to the top was thankfully less life-threatening, with the only dangers coming from the many snowball
Vast Solid Pillar
Boy, do I let myself in for some exhausting pastimes. I could have spent the day at home, slumped in front of the web, but nope, not today. Gulvain is a right royal pain. A "shy hill", according
Giddy
Giddy. Looking forward to getting away from it all for a short time. I feel like I did when I was seven years old, the evening before a promised excursion to a theme park. Mobile phone and email conversations have