This is a tale of a Winter's walk, but the story starts several weeks ago when, upon my return from the previous trip to the Highlands, grandma asked me if I had brought her any heather. She wanted it to hang next to the picture of mum's tree, as the piece I had brought her … Continue reading The Place Where Mum’s Tree Isn’t
Scotland, 7:37am. I wriggle out of my sleeping bag, find my boots, and open the door of the truck. I feel the crunch of frost beneath as I tread upon the grass, on this final day of October. Jessie runs alongside me as I trot to view the lake in the pretty morning hues, having … Continue reading Ladhar Bheinn and Scotland’s last wilderness
I entitled this blog thus, because not all my adventures are on Heimlich. I left her at home this weekend, in favour of boots and a backpack, and headed up to the Peak District. The boots being Doc Martens, because my trusty walking boots which live in the car usually, I had left at home! … Continue reading “… and Other Adventures”
Heimlich, and other adventures 