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Life flows. Places, time, people. Groundhog Day or déjà vu? Similar experiences, memories flood. Have I been here before? Will I be here again? Sitting outside terminal 4, Heathrow Airport, the spring sun warms the paving flags beneath my bare … Continue reading →

The run up to going on an expedition can be fraught. In fact, it is fraught, especially if the sun is shining and mates are calling to go rock climbing. Fortunately, this time, it wasn’t sunny, it was raining when … Continue reading →

The shock-tang smell of freshly cut grass brings anticipation and expectation for the season ahead. Swallows with tired wings, hunting sluggish flies, flit on thermals above the bright red cliffs of Rhoscolyn. Seagulls lay claim to ledge and chuckle. The … Continue reading →

  (Above is Kyashar and the South Pillar. Credit Andy Houseman.) On the 6th of April, Andy Houseman and I fly from Heathrow to Kathmandu. After a couple of days in Kath, it’s the death flight into Lukla, followed by … Continue reading →

(Nick Bullock looking for Fairies. Credit Andy Houseman.)  When the going is good, it’s generally only a matter of time before shit happens. Call me a cynic, but this is what I believe. (Well, unless you are Matt Helliker, then … Continue reading →

“Now then Bullhorn are you coming climbing with us on Monday.”  Guy Robertson’s zeal travelled across the airways and bellowed from my mobile phone, which I was now holding at a reasonable distance from my ear. He continued in some … Continue reading →

The weather for the whole of the week we were in Lofoten was, to put it simple, rubbish. Experienced as the three of us are with battling it out in the face of crappy weather, this weather was special. Warm, … Continue reading →

Driving. Headlight beams light the dark and capture nothing but white. The Cairngorm Plateau in full blizzard has hit the Lofoten roads. Once again we are hoping to climb the Odermatt/Röthlin route, Nothing compares to you, high up on Abrahams. … Continue reading →

Bridge-tunnel-bridge-tunnel-tunnel-bridge… Sleet pummelled against the windscreen. Its way past midnight. In the dark I can see the sea ripping against the shore. The side of the road is wave washed. Spume and salt mingle with dark and expectation and fat … Continue reading →

On Sunday I leave Llanberis for an eight day trip to Lofoten. Hopefully the weather will be a tad better than it has been of late in Scotland. As far as i know there are 20 guests and 20 Norwegian … Continue reading →