Mell Circuit, Glen Finglas, We set off full of optimism, water bottles and clean socks. Seventeen miles later, my feet were staging a mutiny, midges had unionized against me, and every hill felt like a personal insult from nature. The reservoir glimmered, sheep judged, and birds chirped “Why are you doing this?” Yet, despite aching quads and relentless bites, reaching the car park felt like a victory parade—blisters, sweat, and all. And I cant wait to do it again...

It had been a good while since I had a day of ‘galivanting’ and it was thoroughly needed, just the tonic as they say (gin not required).

I don’t have an actual bucket list on paper but the never-ending list being compiled in my head grows by the day. For every one challenge...

In the last few years, I’ve been concentrating so much on conquering Scotland’s mountains, I forgot there are others out there. My...

With the weather forecast looking positively dreich, we opted to stay low level and off the hills. I have grown up in and around this...

I want you to meet Luna, she’s the cutest little Schnoodle I’ve ever met. Actually, she’s the only Schnoodle I’ve ever met...

About 15 years ago, I visited a Balloon and Ferrari Festival in Kent. Unfortunately the kids got restless and we had to leave before the...