Ewan, Gregor, Cieran and I had lots of pints, some nachos and venison burgers, then a wee bit of sleep and a full cooked breakfast and did an endurance mountain bike race. 10 Under the Ben. Except we didn't do 10, we stopped a tad early because we'd already ridden the circuit a few times... Continue Reading →
The week running up to the Highlander was one of the worst weeks of my stomachs life. The two of us had been feeling great with a few races under the belt and a period of settled weather. Then, THEEEENN at 2 am on Saturday night the weekend before the race I woke up sweating... Continue Reading →
Slioch towers above the south east end of Loch Maree in Wester Ross, just north of the village of Kinlochewe. The Slioch Horseshoe hill race is one of the 10 Scottish long classic hill races and is run annually in May.
A wee bit of patter on my first Scottish hill race of the season, with the second (Slioch) now looming on the horizon. I 'borrowed' the main photo of the hill from Google as the race photos have yet to be released, it was a lot snowier on the day: The Stuc a’ Chroin 5000... Continue Reading →
Scotland has been good to us over the past few weeks. As she begins to shake off her winter cloak we've been treated to a couple of weekends of good snow and hill conditions. The first set of photos below are from a weekend spent on bikes and foot in the Cairngorms. In the preceding days... Continue Reading →
Climbing Suilven by Norman MacCaig I nod and nod to my own shadow and thrust A mountain down and down. Between my feet a loch shines in the brown, It's silver paper crinkled and edged with rust. My lungs say No; But down and down this treadmill hill must go. Parishes dwindle. But my... Continue Reading →