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The karrimor Alpiniste 45+10. It was the finest rucksack of it’s time. In fact, it still kicks the arse of many sacks around now. Counting against it are weight and storage for hydration, bottles or bladders. And that’s it. The harness is still the most comfortable I’ve ever used.
Mike Parsons the man behind it, is [...]

Unprepared

Been talking on the Trail forums about common sense, experience and the like.
Last winter I went for a wee jaunt up Ben Lomond, mid week, late in the day. Bloody cold, clear, good snow under foot.
Just before the steep pull up from Ptarmigan to the summit, I found myself a sheltered corner, got on my [...]

Remembered Unexpectedly

The man with the cleverest mind I’ve ever known came with all the stereotypical quirks you might expect.
Socially inept, emotionally immature and physically underdeveloped.
He was in a placement in a factory where I did maintenance, doing engineering calclations with his face in his hands quicker than the engineering mangager could do it on his calculator.They [...]

Pursuit Mode

I may have to move my 30 year old porch door eighteen inches to get a retrospective building warrant. This will get the porch above board for future reference,  and make actually getting in the door a lot easier, so it’s not actually a bad thing.
Great timing though. What with the baby overdue, moving house, [...]

Point and Click

I’m forever switching off the business and disappearing midweek if the weather is looking good for a high camp. This was one of those, last year, June-ish I think? I climbed Sron a Choire Ghairbh and Meall Na Teanga late in the day and camped on Meall Na Teanga, west of the summit on the ridge. [...]

Scanning.

Most of my photies are on film. It’s hell on wheels the thought of scanning them all in. But there is a lot of good stuff.
Here’s the Cobbler from March 2002. I was climbing Beinn Narnain in the late afternoon, it was warm, sunny and I descenced in the dark under clear skies and quickly spreading [...]

Today. And recently.

There was a ship grounded on a sandbank down at Dumbarton yesterday. I took a wander down on the bike, but by the time I’d got there it had been towed to Greenock by tugs.
A nice clearout of the cobwebs though. I sat in Levengrove Park and drank my Nuun and came back one of the [...]

Photie.

So I don’t make the screen all wonky every time I put a photie on here I am trying a smaller one using my Flickr photo er, area, is that it?
Aye, so if it works out I’ll be able to post some readable adventures.
For any listeners out there, the photie is at dawn last Easter [...]

Fuel.

It’s as well I’m who I am these days, and not who I was those days. When pushed I neither cower nor switch to attack mode. Annalyze. Then act. This seems to be the way of it.
I don’t mean if a drunk acosts you in the street. Good grief, the chances of me being in a [...]

Shatner quote.

I am not a Starfleet commander, or T.J. Hooker. I don’t live on Starship NCC-1701, or own a phaser. And I don’t know anybody named Bones, Sulu, or Spock. And no, I’ve never had green alien sex, though I’m sure it would be quite an evening. I speak English and French, not Klingon! I drink [...]

Significant.

Black Sabbath, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath. This has loomed large in my life, visually and aurally.
Odd how at times of stress, or extreme change we can draw comfort from the familiar, however esoteric, or transient ity may seem to be.
It’s also nice to know that descisions and choices, likes and dislikes made when I was young are [...]

Serene loaf.

Soreen loaf, toasted to a slight outer crispness and butter applied.
What greater joy could have been given unto me to join with my cuppa.

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