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.
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
"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
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
My turn to drive to Scotland, then. I didn't mind, although the traffic was heavy on the A1, the situation exacerbated by major roadworks. But for much of the way we were travelling reasonably quickly. Many drivers used the heavy
08:48 Sitting in a cold Volvo a few miles from Bridge of Orchy. It's almost too cold to write, or maybe I've just forgotten how. Rich and Bruce have headed off to bag another couple of munros. I reiterated
Day Five - Beinn Dorain (3,530ft, 1,076m), Beinn An Dothaidh (3,287 ft, 1,002m) More rain. Can you spot a pattern, dear reader? So we sped over to the western highlands and bagged a couple of munros
Day Four - Rest Day More rain. So we sat in Braemar Youth Hostel, and wrote postcards, read the newspapers, but most of all just watched TV. This Morning, The Labour Party Conference, Fifteen-To-One, Countdown... it was just like being