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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
Tag Archives: Cairngorms
What Does Adventure Mean to You?
DO you work in a factory, an office, a shop, or drive a company van? Are you a member of parliament, unemployed, a doctor, a refuse collector, a teacher or the chief executive officer of a multi-national corporation? Maybe you … Continue reading
The Glyders – And a Descent into Hell
THE Glyders are two of the highest and most spectacular mountains in Snowdonia, and a traverse of the ridge between the peaks should be high on any walker’s agenda. It’s been on mine for decades, I’ve just never got round … Continue reading
In Praise of Scotch Pies and Carn á Chlamain
A man needs sustenance in the mountains. There is nothing finer than a Scotch pie . . . Continue reading
Beinn Dearg – A Teenage Dream
I LIKE Beinn Dearg. It’s a mountain with character way out in the backcountry. And I like the sound it makes when people pronounce its name correctly. It’s like the call of a bird or the noise of a rock … Continue reading
Marching as to War – on Beinn á Ghlo
BEINN Á GHLO is a fine massif. It rises above Glen Garry in a series of stony peaks and ridges that swoop into wild country away to the east. There are three Munros in this majestic group of hills – … Continue reading
First Class Ticket to Glas Tulaichean and Carn an Righ
A LAND-ROVER track runs all the way to the summit of Glas Tulaichean. Purists would lash themselves with nettles rather than contemplate such a route. My cherished Scottish Mountaineering Club guidebook suggests an ascent up a neighbouring ridge through tussocky … Continue reading
Devils’ Points and Angels’ Peaks
Climbing the Devil’s Point, Cairn Toul and the Angel’s Peak – and Queen Victoria and fish suppers . . . Continue reading
Carn á Mhaim and the Wondrous Eco-Friendly Toilet
Carn á Mhaim is a fine mountain. And there’s a fine rest room, in the middle of nowhere, at its feet . . . Continue reading
Driesh, Mayar and a Ruin in Glen Clova
Whisky, ruins, and a climb in the mist up two Munros . . . Continue reading
Mount Keen, The Mounth, and a Pan of Polish Borscht
Mountain climbed, you need good food to finish the day . . . Continue reading
The Smell of Men (Monadh Mor and Beinn Bhrotain)
There’s smoke on the wind – and the unmistakable aroma of men who have spent the night in a bothy . . . Continue reading
Snakes Alive on Cairn Bannoch and Broad Cairn
There’s a snake in the grit. It’s an adder. And there’s an old man with gold teeth and a raven with black beady eyes. Must be time to eat a scotch pie . . . Continue reading
Because They're There... 