Due to the sheer monotony of these days, I have decided to lump them together into one blog entry, both to save you the pain of reading 3...

My last day on the West Highland way was particularly exciting for me, as I would be arriving into Glasgow for a luxurious 2 day rest bre...

Having actually slept last night I awoke feeling refreshed and ready to tackle today's 18 miles, I knew from previous experience that the...

Due to barely sleeping in the sub-zero temperatures I drifted off sometime around 7am as the earth warmed slightly, meaning I didn't wake...

I packed up my tent under grey skies and slowly made my way back to the trail, knowing full well that today was to be a challenge of endu...

Feeling refreshed and slightly groggy after a day of napping, planning and drinking in Fort William I was ready to tackle the West Highla...

With another marathon of a day ahead of me I awoke at my deserted hostel to find the sun shining behind the curtains. Needing no further ...

Due to my shortened mileage yesterday, and the necessity to meet up with Becky and some close friends in Glasgow on the 19th, I was now f...

With my achilles flaring up like an unignorable bout of flatulence before an intimate moment I decided to keep today as short as possible...

After a wonderful rest day in Inverness with Becky which featured a spa, a lovely croft dining experience for two and repeatedly slamming...

Footsore and troubled by a niggling Achilles, I left Alness at 830, slightly concerned that I had another 20+ mile day ahead of me, but v...

I awoke from my pine marten-interrupted sleep around 7am, cold, hungry and longing for another cooked breakfast to meticulously evaluate....

After yesterday's roller-coaster of emotion I needed a quite stroll, and that's exactly what I got. A no-thrills, vanilla, white bread, m...

What a day. It had everything, stunning views, bright sun, and genuine moments of life threatening danger. But first things first let's d...

After a wonderful roast and an amazing sleep I practically leapt out of bed and ripped the curtains off the rail with excitement comparab...

If this day was a song, which it definitely wasn't, it would be Wet Wet Wet doing a cover of B*Witched's Blame it on the Weatherman. Yep ...

The very first day. What a day it was too, or at least it was until about 2pm when it all went, as the Scots say, 'arse over tit'. Truth ...