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”
Category: Mountain Journeys
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”
