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It's such a fine line between stupid and clever.

Did I turn the gas off… ?

I’m away, just in time for the weather to smack me in the coupon. In fact, looking out of the window I can see a front grinding off the Atlantic towards me like a roll of lino unfurling towards a panicing woodlouse who’s wishing he hadn’t decided to explore the bare floorboards today. Anyway, new people [...]

Shooting round corners

Apparently I haven’t been looking through my windae. The last thing I remember was the setting sun blinding everyone in the room and now it’s setting out of sight again in its summer position. How the hell did I miss that transition? Anyway: “Return of the Windae“. Beautiful evening tonight, I know people who are [...]

Trail stuff

There’s some stuff in the current Trail mag, and first mention goes to Andy Bellamy (more familiar on here as Bellie) who has a cracking piece about a backpack through The Peak. Having had a quick visit I can see why folk enthuse about it, and it’s good that intimate first-hand knowledge of the area makes it [...]

I am a robot

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Nothing Up My Sleeve

This photie greatly disturbs me. There we were, enjoying the moment as the sun turned down the duvet and kicked its slippers off, when the bony hand of doom unfurled itself above us really to pluck up anyone close enough with it’s cold grasping digits and flick them into the pit of oblivion with the [...]

Wear the fox the gear

I was sifting through the archives for some photies for somebody’s thing and found that one below. I keep finding different folders from that same Cluanie trip, the contents of which don’t even seem familiar. Could be my memory, could just be a lot of photies. I seem to take far fewer photies on trips [...]

Metropolis

I am either cuppas or Kilpatricks, it could go either way. That was the text I sent, the answer was resolved as Kilpatricks. Phil duly arrived, we left via the M&S food shoppe and took ourselves into the glorious sunshine. A variation on a theme was the route, taken east and then north, past the [...]

Innovation for Extremes: innov_ex 2011

innov_ex is where it’s at in the outdoor trade. It goes beyond the gear and into the heart of design and manufacturing, to the raw materials and the thought processes. I was there in ’09 and ’10 and learned an awful lot, the most important thing being the reasons behind things: why manufacturers make apparently [...]

Playaway

I always look forward to a full moon, nights on the tops are glorious. I got a break with the weather and even the glow from the city lights of the central belt couldn’t complete with the prison camp searchlight of an almost full moon. I wandered the the rocky summit of Beinn Humpis by [...]

Dum Dum Dum Dum, Esso Blue

1971. I’m in the back of a Morris Minor on a day trip to Crinan, Dave Edmonds is on the radio with I hear you Knockin’ and the Auld Yin comes back to the motor with this wee guy from the garage shop. I remember it like it was yesterday. The wee Esso oil man [...]

Post it note

Ever since I got back from the Strathfarrar Munro’s those rocks I saw on the ridge have haunted me. I’m sure it’s a word, I’m sure it’s a message, I’m sure it’s significant, I’m sure the grass wasn’t that colour. I’ve had to start marking stuff on my calendar, and I see this as something [...]

Z

I had a text conversation with a dear friend whom I haven’t seen for a while for one reason or another despite our limited geographical difference. I remarked upon the likelihood of my not recognising him on our next encounter, the reply, which is entirely in keeping with the brevity and succinctness of all our comms over [...]

Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Sorry, from the top again.

I spent much of yesterday standing in the middle of that photie below, in the gap between my huge pedal board and the wall. The knees are shot to pieces, but I think it might be worth it. Recording as a two-piece (the “band” is just me and my buddy Craig on the drums) is [...]

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