Like so many romantic journeys from days of yore we begin our West Highland Way adventure on a train. The 07:37 from Aberdeen to Glasgow to be precise, followed by an as yet unbooked short jaunt on to Milngavie. We spot one other passenger - a lady of much more advanced chronology than us -... Continue Reading →
Isle of Skye: Part 3
“She’s going to tell us about the angel’s share next.” “Behave lady.” Out of the corner of my eye I see the smallest, most subtle wry smile creep across Steph’s face as our guide tells the group about the one to two percent of whisky which evaporates from the cask during each year of maturation... Continue Reading →
Isle of Skye: Part 2
“Lay down on the road. It will be cool.” “What?!” “Come on, there’s nobody around. We’re all alone out here.” “Fine, just make it quick.” Lest you get the wrong idea, I was propositioning Steph to pose for a (fully clothed) photo with the Old Man of Storr looming in the background. Dirty bastards! “Baby.”... Continue Reading →
Isle of Skye: Part 1
“The weather is shit. This just isn’t going to work.” We’re a mere five days removed from our last adventure to the west of Scotland (see here) and once again we’ve breezed through Inverness on our way to wilder lands beyond. This time though we’re heading southwest on the A82, right along the shores of... Continue Reading →
Home Sweet Home In Aberdeen, Scotland
“There’s no such thing as bad weather, only the wrong clothes.” I remembered reading this in a magazine clothing advert somewhere - probably Backpacker, Outside or National Geographic Adventure. Steph (at the time my long distance girlfriend, now my wife) wasn’t impressed with my ability to remember random advertising tag lines. It was a bit... Continue Reading →
Florence Italy: Day 4 And Epilogue
“Two years. How the hell did that happen?” This is my typically smartass way of saying “Happy Anniversary” to Steph, but I’m only half joking. It truly does baffle me as to how I ever managed to land such a great gal. Just goes to prove there is no justice in the universe, only chaos.... Continue Reading →
Florence Italy: Day 3
“You set an alarm?” “Yeah, I want to be out for some sunrise pics. You should come with.” “What time did you set the alarm for?” “Five.” “FIVE!?!? Why the hell would you set the alarm for five?” “Cause sunrise is at 06:34 and I’ll shower before I go. You’re not coming are you?” “Here,... Continue Reading →
Florence Italy: Day 2
We decided last night to do something today, which is just another way of saying we didn’t really make any decisions last night, save for hitting up the hotels breakfast service as soon as it starts at 07:30. I’m not one to start my days so late, especially considering we’ve delayed our start for a... Continue Reading →
Florence Italy: Day 1
We step off the plane and straight onto a bus for the 60 second journey across the tarmac to the terminal. With no checked bags to wait on and a minimalist carry-on kit we are free to don our sunglasses and glide our way briskly towards the taxis. “That’s it? No passport controls?” “I guess... Continue Reading →
What’s It All About
In this, my first ever blog post, I shall answer all of life's burning questions: What is our meaning, our purpose, our, well, what's it all about, all answered right here, right now. Hmm, well, on second thought, maybe I should hold some of that back, lest there be no need for a second or... Continue Reading →