Category: Walking

It was quiet when I arrived at the edge of Anagach woods, sunlight filtering down through giant trees, a soft breeze shifting the leaves. Gradually, …

At the start of this year, I decided to embrace my term as Writer in Residence for the Cairngorms National Park as a kind of …

Losing my wallet was the last straw. The final sign, if any were needed, that what I was really losing was my marbles. It was …

Driving to the first workshop of the year-long Shared Stories: A Year in the Cairngorms Project I was feeling bleak. It shouldn’t be that way …

“Can I throw her stick?” cries my godson J, careering down the path ahead of me with our golden retriever, Sileas, who got her Gaelic …

“I don’t believe it!” Duncan cries, peering through his binoculars (or ‘bins’, as he calls them. I’m learning the lingo.) “Is that them?” Who? What? …

Here is an invitation: come with me on a journey into the Cairngorms.  Perhaps, like me, you live here; perhaps, like I once was, you …