Exposure

Sometimes people tell me that they would be frightened, alone in the mountains, particularly when camping out. My usual response is that there is nothing to fear except axe wielding maniacs. Sometimes I also have to ask when the last time was that they heard of an axe wielding maniac running amok in the Scottish Highlands. Continue reading “Exposure”

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It’s (not) shite being Scottish

It has come to my attention that not everybody knows that the title of this blog is taken from the first novel written by one of Scotland’s greatest living writers and intellectuals. Continue reading “It’s (not) shite being Scottish”