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Broadsword calling Danny Boy.

Come out and Play – Update

There’s a bit better detail below and some new info, worth a read if you’re coming. On the weekend of 18th/19th of February I’m hosting (in the manner of Bruce Forsyth) a weekend of mountains, camping and gear and I want you to come and join in. The meet will take place in the Southern [...]

Panic in Morrisons

It was 8am when the alarm went off and I really wasn’t ready for it. I’d had the best two hours sleep of the whole night leading up to that point and I was reluctant to let it go. But it was bright outside, and there was no hiding from it, Ford don’t fit their [...]

Caught in the middle

It was still quite pleased with myself when I saw the next snow clouds rumbling in. A cuppa makes it all better.

Banana toastie with chocolate buttons

I did drag my feet a bit, Sunday morning was good, me, the girls, cuppas, laughter and fannying about. But I got all dressed up and Holly’s comment that “Dad, you look like a mountain superhero”  which I immediately tweeted kinda got me moving. Bobinson’s reply of “I’ll meet you there” galvanised me and I was [...]

Who’s been sleeping in my bed?

I have, and it’s about bloody time too.  

Dipping a toe in the water

There was no reason other than I wanted to go. That’s the best reason. The first steps are the hardest, starting with the one that hits the floor beside the bed. The ones leading away from the motor are a mix of anticipation and dread. I knew how much this was going to hurt. I [...]

Baby (Baby!) Steps

The best day for weeks, blue sky, sparkling snow on the hills and I enjoyed every moment of it as me and Jimmy put the roof back on the workshop, a gift of the storms which for once were as bad as the media said they were. Weather = twisted bastard. However, with an hour [...]

Fah la la la la, la la la lah

I knew I was going to make some sort of attempt, I’d even left some kit out in case I came back for a quick smash and grab, but I had real stuff to do and I did it first. Then, I scooted home, filled a water bottle and a flask, donned my gay apparel [...]

The French Connection

Sitting waiting for the moon. Not the most stressful way to spend a Saturday evening.   Pitlochry was the first stop on the way. It’s the best way to get to Braemar, the road over the hills to Glen Shee is a joy compared to the dull lands north of Perth. It’s also where Escape [...]

Holly goes camping

It wasn’t meant to be winter when Holly went camping for the first time, but it’s been that sort of a year. So, what the hell, a family sized tent arrived, all three of us were shrugging off the lurgy, the forecast was looking good so we packed and got the hell out of Dodge. It [...]

I’m just looking for a SevenEleven

I couldn’t resist it, the past few months I’ve abstained, too busy, too stressed, too responsible, too damned old? Not on this Monday morning. I switched off my phone, threw some bits and pieces in a pack and hit the road. A greasy road at that with several grin inducing slides at familiar corners which [...]

Carpe Diem, The Next Generation

Hopefully YouTube will update that file name thing at some point. Coe Birthday Conic 019 as it’s currently called (should be While You Were Sleeping soon enough) is because the photie folder it’s from is the Glen Coe camping from last weekend, Holly’s birthday today and me abandoning everything and sitting on top of Conic Hill for [...]

Daddy or Chips?

Motörhead were playing and I haven’t seen them for a while, aye they’re rubbish at the old tunes, but still, Lemmy’s a legend. Plus it’s bonfire night, but the forecast, oh that looks really good. Motörhead or camping… Motörhead or camping… Motörhead or camping…

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