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Short stories by Anne McFadzean
MADEIRA
MADEIRA: Pico do Arieiro to Pico Ruivo
MADEIRA: Stairways to heaven
MADEIRA: A walk to the most easterly point
MADEIRA: Walking with water
SIERRA NEVADA
SPAIN: Flag Day on Mulhacen – ascent of the mainland's highest peak
SPAIN: Veleta the Hard Way WITH VIDEO
SPAIN: Sierra de Lujar – the fourth attempt to climb one of the easiest mountains in Spain
THE MUNROS
Devil's Points and Angels' Peaks – a classic day in the Cairngorms
Demons on the Forcan Ridge – a fight with an internal Grendel
A Tank on the Lawn – confrontation with stalkers on the Strathfarrah Ridge
In Praise of Scotch Pies and Carn á Chlamain
THE LAKES
Walking the Old Corpse Road – Mardale to Shap
The Black Abyss – Grisedale Pike and memories of Force Crag Mine
THE PENNINES
High Cup – and the rise and fall of Belfast sinks
IRELAND
Above the Glens of Antrim – In the boglands above Glenariff WITH VIDEO
CAPE WRATH TRAIL
Cape Wrath – The Edge of the World. Final day on the Cape Wrath Trail
Category Archives: Politics
Forgive Them Their Trespasses?
IT’S a perfect spring morning in 1982. Arkengarthdale slumbers green and shadowy beneath a blue sky as we sit in damp grass and drink tea from tartan Thermos flasks. Nothing moves except the wind in the heather and the birds … Continue reading
Days Like This, No 15: Walking From Penrith to Ravenglass
Backpacking through the Lakes on Vesta Beef Curry in 1978 . . . Continue reading
Days Like This, No 11: Above Clouds on A’ Chràlaig
ABOVE the shores of Loch Cluani the slopes of A’ Chràlaig rise steeply and without respite to its 1,120m (3,674ft) summit. From the crest of its south ridge I expect to behold fine and uninterrupted views across the western Highlands … Continue reading
A Christmas Walk: With Ghosts on Baysdale Moor
I AM wary of the North York Moors because they are more than a little bit sinister. They are wild and empty, peppered with the scratchings of forgotten people, laced with legends, and punctuated with the stumps of ancient crosses … Continue reading
South Gare in the Eye of the Beholder
SOMETIMES ugly landscapes can be inspiring. I was going to say beautiful, but I hesitated and typed inspiring instead. I might reconsider before the end of the post because South Gare is a landscape that should be protected. It’s one … Continue reading
Humber. Southeasterly Four. Moderate or Good. Rain later.
SPURN Head is one of those places everyone has heard of but few can pinpoint on a map. When you’ve got your bearings it’s easy to find – but that could also be said of Kafia Kingi and Amelia Earhart. … Continue reading
Scaud Hill and Beyond – At My Leisure
An angry walk between Teesdale and Weardale . . . Continue reading
Feet of Cley on the Norfolk Coast Path
SHINGLE banks are not the easiest terrain to walk across. And between the north Norfolk village of Cley and the town of Sheringham they stretch for miles. It’s a matter of steer your prow into the wind and start plodding … Continue reading
Coniston Old Man – Backwards and Forwards
WHEN I was a teenager I made a pledge to climb Coniston Old Man at least once every year because it was the first mountain I climbed and it was special. I also grew up within sight of its familiar … Continue reading
On the Tide Line – But Not Quite Washed Up
THERE’S a special place on the Furness peninsula where people live in huts for much of the year. Some of the huts are made from old boats, others from scraps of wood, door frames and bits of recycled houses; a … Continue reading
Because They're There... 