Outdoor Excursions

It's amazing how things develop. After all, this blog started out as a news section for the rest of the website. With encouragement from readers, it has become a place for relating my countryside wanderings and musings about the world of outdoor activity. Walking, cycling and photography all are part of what I do out-of-doors and, hopefully, they will continue to inspire me to keep adding entries on here. Of course, there needs to be something of interest to you, dear reader, too and I hope that's the case. Thanks for coming.

Escaped

December 6th, 2009

Having managed to engineer a getaway when it suited the mood, I am back. Looking at various forecasts before I headed off on a Sleeper to Fort William could only leave one with the impression that everything was very mobile and that it was best not get hopes up too high. In the end, the weather wasn’t unkind with the rain only coming by night while I was up north. Yes, there was a lot of cloud about but anything has to be better than constant driving rain and bright frosty sunshine greeted me on my arrival in Fort William.

Friday saw me ending up having a poke around Morar and that was following by more walking in Ardgour the day after. These were the sorts of places that were in mind last summer when I was forestalled by the prevailing weather and plumped for Aviemore instead. In fact, all sorts of thoughts are emerging regarding destinations for future outing, even a putative longer summer one. Of course, it’s early days yet and a lot can change in the meantime but it’s better to have something in mind so as to avoid getting confounded by options as was the case those few months back. For one thing, a recent spot of photo gallery refreshment reminded me that I haven’t been on Mull for a while. A crossing from there to Ardmurchan. Then, it is possible to imagine an itinerary taking places such as Glenfinnan, Morar, Mallaig and the Small Isles. However, those imaginings might need some taming so as not to be going on a mad gallop through countryside that deserves a slower approach; that was what had to happen for my Western Isles escapade last year. So much for all that armchair scheming, it’s back to the practicalities of the present that I must go and I’ll park this line of thought until I get to telling more about those wanderings, something that I’ll try to get in sooner rather than later.

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