Another sunny day, another winter adventure in the mountains of Scotland. This time we were heading for the Tarmachan Ridge. After doing three walks in four days the previous week in fantastic winter conditions…
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Arriving at the large car park overlooking the Three Sisters in Glen Coe, the rain that had been threatening to fall all morning finally burst through the clouds. Looking up to the Lost Valley, all we could see was clag…
Upon waking up at Sligachan Campsite on the Isle of Skye, I peered out of my tent to gaze upon the imposing summit of Sgurr nan Gillean, expecting to be hit by a wave of warm sunshine…
Having done my first wild camp in six months a few days ago up Beinn Trilleachan in Glen Etive, I feel like I have the bug again. So much so, that I couldn't even wait a whole week before going again…
With just three weeks to go before our West Highland Way trip, we still hadn't been camping together so Glen Etive was decided as our destination for the weekend and Beinn Trilleachan as the mountain of choice…
I've driven through Glencoe more times than I can remember since I started hillwalking, each time always looking up to the Pap of Glencoe in wonderment at it's fine shape and great vantage point…
Beinn an Lochain was one of my very first hillwalks and to this day is still one of my favourites. That might be a little surprising for someone obsessed with bagging Munros as this little hill is just shy of that honour but it doesn't make it any less enjoyable…
It was back in early 2011, when out mountain biking with my dad in Arrochar, that I was first drawn to the majesty of the Munros and the idea of hillwalking. I never thought at the time that it would grip me so much…
Standing only 494 metres high, Sgurr na Stri on the Isle of Skye sits well and truly in the shadow of the mighty Cuillin hills but that doesn't make this small coastal hill any less interesting. It's famed for possessing arguably the best view in Scotland …
It was Friday 21st October and my alarm was ringing like any other morning. Except it wasn’t any other morning, I was in the Isle of Skye and I was about to interview to be one of Columbia’s next Directors of Toughness. I looked outside and caught a glimpse of the Cuillin…