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.
The view from a train window, travelling between Leeds and Halifax on Friday morning. Even the industrial wastelands of West Yorkshire can look vaguely attractive at first light. I don't usually commute to Halifax by train, but made an exception
"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
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
Up early for the customary bacon sandwiches that seem to precede all our Scottish jaunts these days. Then, after I throw some clothes in a bag, we're off. I think I'm unique amongst my friends in that I enjoy the
Internal Email: DO: Do you think working for [our company] is a bit like gardening? IN: This had better be good... DO: Well, gardening is a relatively tedious task. You have more enthusiasm to do the gardening in your own
I know I moan a lot about our motorways, but I do like the fact that I can just hop in a car and get anywhere in GB reasonably quickly. It never fails to strike me how much smaller our