Come with me over the Lake District fells on the Abraham’s Tea Round.
Mud, tents, colourful vests, a field and a hubbub of noise. You’d be forgiven for thinking it was a music festival.
In the Cairngorms, “one does not look upward to spectacular peaks but downward from peaks to spectacular chasms”
We could not look down, like gods, on some dominion below. Instead, we looked out, for miles upon miles at the other ranges of hills – some still red dots on Munro maps, waiting to be explored.
2018 has been my year of baptism, of stumbling to my feet; 2019 shall be the year of discovery, of searching with every part of me and having some amazing running adventures in Scotland.