Painting or picture? La Rosière. Perched at 1850, it’s the sunniest resort in the French Alps. Up top, the view is breathtaking. But take a left, and follow the valley down… There’s a point when snow lies where it stops looking like snow and starts to look like skin. Mountainsides flex like muscle; here, the … More Mountain Veins
Snow, three ways: On the ground, on the dog, and from the sky. For one week, Scotland went white; within a day, it disappeared. Now it’s gone South for the Winter, and I’m having withdrawal symptoms.
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 … More A Secret Snowfall
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 … More Final Feat: Accidental Horizon
“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 … More Littlest Peak