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This Ming is a psycho

Second Class Post

There’s been some subtle hints “…looking forward to seeing some of that camping up a mountain stuff again…”, then there’s been the straightforward “…so, if you’re not using your camping gear can I have it?” Not to worry, if I’m not doing something it’s because I’m doing something else. But, it’s nice to be doing that [...]

Trail Stuff

I’ve got a few bits and pieces in the current Trail mag. There’s the one-person tent review (featuring the Kilpatrick Hills where I took all the photies of them in gale force winds over two days…) which I’ll talk about later, a whole bunch of interesting stuff came out of that. My hike-a-bike to route [...]

Experimentalist

I am rubbish at all this online socialism. I’m always having to sign in or sign out while getting harrassesd because Holly’s wiping jammy hands on the vintage guitar that Joycee told me too move already because she’s sick of tripping over it anyway. And frankly I can’t be cope with trying to link all the separate virtual islands [...]

Outdoors Magic

A fresh dump of snow, overcast, cold, damp, sleety and miserable. Perfect picnic weather for the Macfarlanes. Past Aberfoyle the road to Inversnaid became tyre tracks through the snow, the trees branches hanging low under the unexpected weight of so much new wet snow. A genuine winter wonderland. Holly yelled with excitement when we came across [...]

A wee boat trip

A glance at Bobinson’s blog reminded me of something I’d missed; Ernest Shackleton’s birthday. Shackleton is one of the few figures in adventure and exploration that I can say is a genuine hero to me, not because of where he went in the world and not because it’s British way to applaud failure, but because the ultimate [...]

Ages 3 and up

Since the end of last November its seems like all I’ve done is talk about tents and tarps, pitch and re-pitch tents and tarps, weigh and measure tents and tarps and write about tents and tarps. However, it’s all done. The tent review should be in the Trail that’s in the shops this week and [...]

Leki New Stuff

Leki’s got some new kit due in the shops and I had a meet-up last week to see some of it. Above is a bit of a clue, and below is the the Foto System pole with the top of the grip removed. The handle looks like a regular type, the camera mount being hidden [...]

John Carpenter’s The Cake

After we got home I opened my birthday party doggy bag to engage in some snacking and this was the mangled face that gazed sightlessly back at me. That one remaining glazed eye, the broken and disfigured features, the single tooth in a sliced-off rictus grin. I won’t sleep for weeks. It was a fine wee party, [...]

This Ming is a psycho

Six miles to go and my odometer will read 100,000 miles. The danger area is me watching for it happening and instigating a face to arse interaction between myself and a bus. Still be better than taking a traffic light home, intertwined as it was in the lengths of pipe on the gantry of the truck. [...]

Crash Course in Brain Surgery

It seems that even on the best of days, in the most carefree of moments, I was never alone. There’s two of them now. I must be prepared.

James Caan, that’s who it was

It was near to 0100 when I set the alarm for 0530. being a parent you learn to live without sleep, but to willingly sacrifice rest for the most esoteric at best and pointless at average reasons has a inharmonious resonance too it. Still, I clicked the alarm button and hit the pillow square in [...]

I simply remember my favorite things, And then I don’t feel so bad.

Remember to pack them I mean, not daydream about them. Daydreaming about a mug would just be strange, most likely with a disturbing interpretation from dreamologists. Yes, I’m sure there’s a latin and/or fancy word for that and I don’t care.  Oh, maybe it’s just a psychologist who does that stuff. Psychiatrist? Podiatrist? However, put that [...]

Gnnnngggggg

I’m going to keep putting old photies under my nose to maintain my current level of frustration. Without that I might give in and this place will just become Go Outdoors; a soulless shed full of gear. I’m not going to let that happen I tell you, I’m one step away from foaming at the [...]

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