Notes from the West Highland Way
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I… Read More
Photoessay: Isle of Skye
After walking ourselves to Fort William, covering some 140 kilometers over 5 days, I sat in the back seat of Ross’ little red car and relished the speed at which the landscape… Read More
Reflections on Paris, Fear and the Gift of Travel
Sitting next to the glow of the fire while the storm howled outside, I watched as the wind swept a girl wrapped in an oversized scarf into our hostel. Eyes wild with… Read More
A Pint at the End of the Earth
“Following me now, are yous?” came a chuckle from behind, as we gingerly made our way down a set of narrow steps towards the sea. We turned to see Jack, the man… Read More
Why Language Matters in Marseille (and why it doesn’t)
The Mediterranean breeze welcomes me in a warm hug as I step off the plane and onto the tarmac. After two rainy days in Edinburgh we had made it to Marseille, gritty… Read More
