Twenty Years after bagging my first Munro, I headed back to The Highlands of Scotland in the company of my eldest Son, Benjamin. Here's what we got up to.
I've finally gotten round to processing and uploading photos from Paulo's Last Munro weekend. The weather on Ben More was truly appalling, so the majority of the images were, unsurprisingly, taken within the cosy confines of the Craignure Inn, who
This just in - following resurveying, Foinaven has been found to be 911.046 metres high, failing in its quest to be elevated to Munro status. More details: http://www.cmcr.biz/news.htm#munrohttp://news.bbc.co.uk/1/
This weekend I'm taking a couple of much-deserved days off work and heading to Mull with the intention of plodding up Ben More with my good friend Paulo and several of his other mates. This is, you see, Paulo's Last
It was almost a decade ago now. In the early hours of a winter's morning in Nottingham, staggering back to digs after having danced ourselves dizzy at The Irish nightclub, I was having a conversation with housemate Rich wherein
Earlier this month, without warning, I turned thirty years old. How did that happen?! It all seems to have gone by so quickly - one minute I was making cranes out of Lego, then playing Dungeons & Dragons,
Well, there are only two days left in 2005, and, shamefully, I haven't made it up a single Munro this year. I've never exactly been a prolific bagger, but as this graph shows, at least I've made the effort to
Third time lucky! After two days of novelty nonsense, the vase of fate served up a pint half-litre of the Harviestoun Brewery's 4.8% masterpiece Schiehallion, named after my all-time favourite munro. Here's an interesting fact for you - the