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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
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Days like this, No 27: The Old Man of Hoy
ROBERT Louis Stevenson; John Buchan; Enid Blyton; Daniel Defoe; Jules Verne; William Golding; Arthur Ransome; CS Lewis: Jonathan Swift; RM Ballantyne. They had many things in common. But the link that draws this diverse scattering of authors into one archipelago … Continue reading
An Uneasy Night on Cerro de la Salchicha
SPENDING a night on the summit of a mountain, watching the sun sink into a splash of gold and the constellations revolve in blue-black emptiness, does have a romance and a sense of adventure about it. There is something raw … Continue reading
Rivers and Rocks, Tracks and Tunnels
DAWN in a river valley. Ink-blue shadows beneath tall mountains. A chill in air that is perfectly still. Smell of piny trees and the sound of rushing water. Pin-pricks of red lights as a truck crosses the Seven-Eye Bridge. Day … Continue reading
Days Like This, No 25: The Constant Mountains
JUNE 2000: The most noble of plans sinks into dregs outside the Bridge of Orchy Hotel. I’m walking the West Highland Way, and today I’ve hiked the few miles along General Wade’s military road from Tyndrum to the scattering of … Continue reading
Karst Adrift
LOTS of interesting stuff happens when you go walking without a map in a strange country. You see things you didn’t expect to see. Conversely, you don’t see the things you expect to see because you can’t work out how … Continue reading
Day’s Like This, No 24: Beinn Alligin – Horns and All
BEINN Alligin lifts itself out of Upper Loch Torridon with the casual assurance of a big beast among a clan of big beasts. With walls of bare striated sandstone and ridges that slice the wind, Alligin is a monument to … Continue reading
In the Valley of the Toril
PATHS. They begin at our door and run through our lives. They rise and buckle and lead us to unknown places. They appear in all guises: woodland paths; coastal paths; moorland paths; paths of righteousness; paths of destiny. Sometimes they … Continue reading
Chasing the Storm
I RISE at 6am because the thought of wandering through olive groves by the light of a headlamp and climbing mountains as the sun floods the sky appeals to me. But as I’m getting dressed, silent flashes which momentarily transform … Continue reading
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
On a Whim to William Gill
WILLIAM GILL is an offshoot of Arkengarthdale in the northern Pennines and is the shallow valley leading to the source of Arkle Beck. It’s a place only the lonely visit because it’s right in the middle of one of those … Continue reading
Because They're There... 