Since the start of 2017 I have sought the advice of two Buddhist teachers about how to deal with my condition. As I have often said, the effort is almost entirely mental – although this is now changing somewhat as I feel the effects of the medication not working any more. Continue reading “The Great Moss”
Category: Mountain Journeys
Stuc a’ Chroin
Here I am at an altitude of about 630m not far south of the summit of Stuc a’ Chroin – just at the point where the cloud begins to envelop everything with cold damp invisibility. Continue reading “Stuc a’ Chroin”
My favourite mountain
Ever since I first climbed to the top of Braeriach at midsummer in 1986, it has been my favourite mountain. The views of it from Speyside are fascinating. It seems to look down on the flat forests and pastures of Speyside like a wise old man with many faces, whose expressions are determined by the weather and the extent of snow in the northern corries. Continue reading “My favourite mountain”
Some statistics so far
It is now exactly two years since I took up climbing mountains again after returning to live in Scotland while still recovering from radiotherapy. Continue reading “Some statistics so far”
Chemical castration
I had always intended to be away in the hills somewhere for the week or so before my next oncology appointment, which was planned for 27th June. Continue reading “Chemical castration”
Going into the mountains after all
After deciding last Friday not to do what I had wanted to because the weather had suddenly turned shite, I woke up on Saturday to weather that was not really very shite at all. Continue reading “Going into the mountains after all”
Not going into the mountains
This weekend I was planning my first night out of the season, somewhere on the plateau of Beinn Heasgarnich after having already climbed Creag Mhor, or by the lochan at the bealach between the two. But then the weather turned shite. Continue reading “Not going into the mountains”
Climbing mountains with cancer
The first mountain I climbed with cancer is called Carn Dearg (Red Crag) and is situated at the north east edge of Rannoch Moor. Continue reading “Climbing mountains with cancer”
Mountains
Time to turn from politics to more important matters: mountains, being among them, climbing them, breathing in their fragrant air, listening to their song, feeling their weather, experiencing their life. Continue reading “Mountains”
