The answer my friends is lunar cycles. But what's the question? Disconnected as we in the so called developed world are from such natural phenomena, the 12 months of a calendar year (see the question and answer above) do certainly provide a convenient way of compartmentalising and cataloguing our trips around the sun. That's especially... Continue Reading →
Two Tourists In Edinburgh
DAY 1 "So, uh, what's the difference between the Megabus and Megabus Gold?" "I don't know. The toilet maybe?" "The toilet? What about the toilet? This bus has a toilet." "Yeah, but maybe it's better on the Megabus Gold." "What, like a golden toilet?" Our original plan vague idea was to spend 5 days road tripping,... Continue Reading →
The Bifurcated Dichotomous Bipolar Duality That Is Prague
To be completely honest Prague wasn't on my shortlist of places to visit any time soon. That's not to say I was opposed to seeing Prague - hell, I'll gladly go anywhere new - it's just that lately I'm yearning more and more towards exploring rural areas, specifically the hills, glens, villages and islands around... Continue Reading →
Mayar & Driesh via Corrie Fee
"If we wait on the weather to be right we'll never do anything in Scotland." Steph is certainly right about that. We've been planning to hike up the Munros Mayar and Driesh for ages now. Every day we've set aside for the walk has been miserable, even by Scottish standards. Today is no different mind you, we've just decided to... Continue Reading →
West Highland Way, Part 9: Burn Baby Burn
The air is refreshingly chill as I crawl out from under the covers and stand to have a stretch in our little cabin. Nature's symphony is in mid-season form as a chorus of birds are belting out beautiful song after song, no doubt inspired by the warm sunshine which is also filtering through our window.... Continue Reading →
West Highland Way, Part 8: The Devil Wears Salomons
I fully accept that I'm in the minority in thinking that 03:00 is a perfectly acceptable time to awaken and start the day, especially when on holiday (of sorts). Normally my proclivity for early rising doesn't affect anyone else, not even Steph who usually sleeps right through it if I get up and head out... Continue Reading →
West Highland Way, Part 7: Cobbled & Hobbled
We awake early to the sight of sunshine filtering softly through our window. I take a peek outside and see that there is a light coating of frost on the windscreen of the car parked out front. Is this high pressure finally come to ward away the rain? Would be nice to be sure, but... Continue Reading →
West Highland Way, Part 6: Shopping Day
"Can you please just leave me alone for 15 minutes? 15 minutes! It makes no difference to our day" For a split second I consider launching into an inspirational monologue about how every second of every day is unique and special and must be seized - bad Mel Gibson Scottish accent and all - but... Continue Reading →
West Highland Way, Part 2: Train Kept A Rollin
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 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 →