Trip to the Isle of Rum #3 – a hike over to Guirdil Bothy

Our second day on Rum was going to less about height and more about distance. We were heading over to Guirdil, the other Bothy on Rum. And what a beautiful start to the day – it was blue skies from the start. The occasionally heard cuckoo from the day before had made a couple of appearances during the night, I was blaming that, rather my snoring for keeping tent partner Nigel awake. Looking up Dibidil Glen – post-breakfast snooze in … Keep reading >

Black Hill and back – a sunny, boggy, grouse filled hike

Yesterday I finally did a route I’d looked at a while back but for various reasons not fully completed. And I had the best of the weekend weather as it turned out .. witness my slightly red forehead now 🙂 The route starts and ends in Marsden, taking in the Wessenden Valley and part of the Pennine Way into the Peak District and up … Keep reading >

The Pule Hill pivot

As I out was on a walk on Sunday, taking some photos (below) and musing over why Pule Hill is the shape it is, I felt a bit like the guy from Close Encounters – focusing on his mashed potato mountain. The ‘mountain’ in this case was said hill, I’m not sure what classification of hill it is (I’d need to check … Keep reading >

On top of 3 counties.. a schlep up Black Hill

I’ve tried to walk from my house to Black Hill a couple of times but weather has stopped play on both occasions. There isn’t anywhere grimmer (or potentially dodgy) than the moors when the snow is falling or the land is wrapped in fog and heavy rain. And I’ve been a sensible (lone) hiker on those occasions. But today I … Keep reading >

Walking home for Christmas

I had a walk out this morning with my son Joe as we both wanted to blow away the cobwebs. Him from being stuck indoors a lot finishing his 3rd year dissertation and me from having overstretched myself in the present buying and wrapping stakes (amazing how tiring that can be). And I fancied I should build up some credit in the … Keep reading >

The Misty Mountain Hop – a hike up Scafell Pike

I spent friday night within a nest of Orcs and by the time the saturday morning 6.30 alarm call for breakfast came, all those snores, wheezes and coughs meant I’d had a pretty fitful sleep. A hike up Scafell Pike (Or Misty Mountain, as it turned out to be) seemed a really big undertaking. The Orcs in question were Steve, Chris, Jeff and a couple of other guys … Keep reading >