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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: Ranting
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
Arkengarthdale Moor and the Death of Sods Law
SOMETIMES when you walk through wild and lonely countryside you experience a creeping realisation that things haven’t always been the way they seem. The heathery moors to the west of Reeth, in the northern Pennines, are empty places except for … Continue reading
It’s the Poor What Gets the Blame
WE’RE going to try something different today. I’m off for a short run across the hills above Richmond, North Yorkshire, because it’s time I knocked myself back into a semblance of fitness – but this post is all about ethics … 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
Sweet Tees Flow Softly (Black Friday Aftermath)
IN this land of eternal gloom, where fog hangs in grey air and moisture drips from autumn berries and bedraggled sheep, Romans once marched to distant outposts on a cold northern frontier. They crossed many rivers on their journey from … 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
In Between One England and Another
I’M in between mountains at the moment. And I’m in between jobs. I’m in between a lot of stuff. If I wrote a book I’d call it The Inbetweener but I’d probably get sued. Today I’m going for a walk … Continue reading
The Environment is Positively Charged
WHEN you’ve sat for a hundred miles in the passenger seat of an Austin Maxi 1500 listening to Tony Blackburn on Radio 1 there aren’t many things left to keep you occupied – so you stick your instamatic camera out … 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
Because They're There... 