northern pies

Dawn was a long time coming and the tent was frozen stiff when it did eventually arrived (apparently, it slept in becasue somebody had alte...

So, it’s getting quite late. I’ve had me tea and I’ve had a couple of brews and some scotch and put the MP3 player on loud, which always s...

This is day 1 of a three day walk along the Scottish/English Border – the bit that I missed out on another occasion. Some silly bugger ha...

Camp Sheepgrapes was a miserable place at 6:30 am on Monday morning. The wind was a bit windy and the drizzle was a bit drizzly. Nothing d...

After a cold and frosty but beautiful moonlit night, Camp Alpha awoke slowly, brewed and cooked and all that kinda stuff and stumbled off ...

After a brief foregathering in the drinking dens and pizza bars of Moffat the night before a bunch of nine Moffateers gathered once again ...

We may well have been sent homewards tae think again from our ill-fated expedition up the Moffat and Manor hills last April. And having b...

The word for today was “Trees”.   Lots and lots of trees. Today was almost all in commercial forest - Newcastleton Forest on the Scpttish...

  The word for today was WET. The other word was COCKUP It started well with a very nice double English walkers breakfast. You have to s...