A Secret Snowfall

Boxing Day, 2am. Snow has fallen. In six hours, specs will remain. In seven, there will be no trace. Just a secret between me and the nocturnal. One of my favourite things about snow at night is the way it dampens sound. When it fell, I was the only one awake (animals excluded), and snuck…

Final Feat: Accidental Horizon

And so today marks the closing week of 2017. Since my next couple of weeks will be bananas, I thought: why not use these last few days to get those posts off of the back burner, dust off the cobwebs, and make some room for 2018? I’m already doing the same at home, may as…

Littlest Peak

“It’s fifteen minutes to the top“ “How, it’s a hill” “That’s what it says” “It’s a stone hut at the top of a hill – if it was quick to get to by foot, it wouldn’t have been put there” The Dun na Cuaiche walk begins at Inverary Castle, and winds its merry way through…

Sound of Silence

Kilchattan Bay. Save for a dozen houses and part of the West Island Way (not to be confused with the West Highland Way), there is nothing here.Like many of the isles opposite the mainland’s West coast, these were once their busy trading ports, the water’s highways once filled with boats and ships of all power…

Blocked By Cloud

A sunny (for Scotland) day, only to be photobombed by a cloud. *insert joke on how the best thing about Rothesay is leaving it, and possibly get lambasted by a bunch of Westerners for it, even though, come on guys, it is slightly true* CHECK-IN: Since our return from the West coast, there’s been my…