While blogging about a climbing trip seems about as fashionable as delivering a slideshow to a group of men in club ties, I was recently...

That’s right, filthy clickbait Ranked! The Skye Munros in order of difficulty for your average hillwalker, with a few necessary caveats....

As hacks everywhere know, it's good to start with an attention-grabbing and provocative statement, so here's one. I don't like 'the outdoors

It's been a while. After a phase of publishing some climbing related writing around the time of the first lockdown, I haven't been...

Or, Make Achmelvich Great Again I'll say this for the North Coast 500 - it's egalitarian. The beach car park at Achmelvich is a melting...

The Hebrides’ arc is a pummelled shield; the continent’s first and last. The ancient foundations are laid bare, three billion years’...

A dash of motion, then a bump. I braked to a stop, and looked in the wing mirror. A small brown body was unmoving in the verge. No, not...

In the desert, nothing moved. For weeks, only a rare car or truck scrawling dust, the sun giving shadows slow chase. We travelled far to...

Wry musings of a middle grade sport climber There is no good reason that 7a, or 8a, or 9a, should be bigger deals than any other climbing...

A winter sun rock review I'll admit that Tenerife was not a place I'd ever had an interest in visiting. The main impression I had of it,...

Busy waiters, back and forth with orders queue in silent squabble on quartz folds, then dispatch on frantic wings over froth and green...

Where others have strong fingers and nerves, we have tactics. Ferdia was the racing driver. I was the pitstop mechanic.

The wind is at me as I tiptoe in the eggshells and madness, sure to blow the sounds of me over Tintagel’s bare crown and to kingdom gone...

Many journey through this bleak expanse, but few share with their fellow travellers a word or a glance; their eyes are glazed windows on spi

It’s early morning in Llanberis, tipped with autumn cool. Staccato jackdaws rule the High Street, chacking and swaggering, cocky as youth...

I always thought of herons as silent and solitary birds. Last night on the Åbyfjord in Bohuslän, I scrambled to a promontory above the...

I guess it always happens fast, otherwise it wouldn't happen. I haven't crashed a car before, not properly, at speed. It reminded me a...

It is a truth universally acknowledged that everybody wants a live-in vehicle. Baby boomers with a pension want a fibreglass kitchen...

Imagine the perfect weapon, that could obliterate a target completely, with no collateral damage. No explosions, no messy coughing up of...

Elidir’s unmade face floats, upturned in the lake - the body is water, glass-like, land-filled. The legs drive blood by pulsing tunnels,...