Pitter patter, pitter patter. The intensity grew. A lulling consistent down pour. I watched the water droplets racing down the outside of my tent racing drivers challenging each other to make it to the ground. "Good morning June in Scotland!" It was 6am at the start of day 3 of the final expedition of the year. By the sound of the collective snoring, pupils were still asleep or Dr Mitchell's dog Terry was at it again. The sound of the waterfall cascading down...

A ship called dignity, Hit the sound of mull this weekend with Jon, Gary and Captain William. Arrived on board to possibly the best steak ever cooked by the team, naturally washed down with some excellent red wine and whisky our 3 guitars, banjo eukiliaily and cajon made music Into the small hours. We rose with the tide and after a hearty breakfast had at the sea tacking into the wind before our arrival at loch aline. A quick music session in the miners club ...

"We can't start the park John, we need Denis Needrie!". For the 25th time in two minutes the classic line from Jurassic Park invades my head, I start to whistle the theme tune as I peer between the colossal pre historic ferns...the waiting pair of raptor eyes signalling my doom. We arrived at our latest summit attempt at 9.30 that morning in the torridon range of the western isles! Find it on the map this second it's flipping miles away. Our base is a beautiful...

Bleep bleep bleep, the 5am wake up call sounded painfully attacking my senses. I slowly rose from my cozy bed now the perfect temperature to head for the oh so awakening shower. 30 minutes later, carrying two large packs I was the last to arrive at the rendezvous my car limping across the moist early morning school yard gushing the engines life fluid as it protest to a complete stop. my intrepid team were packed and ready to go. William our American Bro the in...

(to the tune of summertime) Summertime....and the weather is breeeezy... Rain falling, with little chance of dryyyyyy.... One of this mornings..... I'm might try a little swimming, So hush weary scotman and try keep dry! So no foreign blog this summer, going for the Staycation. As I sit in my Victorian manor watching the cats and dogs raining down