Creag Meagaidh Skitour: traverse from Aberarder to Moy

Posted by on Jan 10, 2010 in Ski, West Highlands | No Comments

What a tremendous sunny Sunday. We tackled one of Scotland’s 4 star classic skitours, the traverse of Creag Meagaigh from Aberarder to Moy, taking in the summits of three Munros. We had the route to ourselves,  fresh tracks all the way. The snow on the descents was some of the best I have experienced in Scotland. […]

Beautiful autumn day in Appin

Posted by on Oct 18, 2009 in West Highlands | 3 Comments

This weekend I attended a wedding in Connel. The views on the drive down on Saturday morning were spectacular. Had I been pedaling down the partially completed traffic free cycle path alongside the A828 rather than hurrying to get to the church I would have taken many more photos!  View down Loch Linnhe from Corran […]

Lochaber Mountain Biking: Corrour to Tulloch via the Euston Sleeper

Posted by on Oct 12, 2009 in Bike, West Highlands | No Comments

On friday night we boarded the 2030 sleeper train at Tulloch station. Had we stayed aboard we could have been breathing the foul air of the Metropolis by 0800 on Saturday morning. Our lungs remained uncontaminated, for it was not the bright lights of the big city that had tempted us aboard. Instead the train […]

Bananas and Brown Dogs on Ben Nevis

Posted by on Sep 24, 2009 in Commentary, Lavatorial Prose, West Highlands | 4 Comments

The summit plateau may be infested with banana peel, but an even greater hazard plagues the area surrounding the Ben Nevis North Face car park at Torlundy and the approach up the Allt a’Mhuillin; they are practically paved with excrement. Ben Nevis reflected in the calm waters of Loch Eil (February 2007) The John Muir […]

A busy bothy weekend

Posted by on Aug 3, 2009 in Bothy, West Highlands | 2 Comments

There is something wonderfully subversive about drinking in the great outdoors, free from the roving eyes of CCTV cameras and the influence of authority figures. When you strip away the commercialism and regulation of city fleshpots – the queues, the curfews, the dress codes, the cover charges – all that remains is a raw, primal […]