A classic day on the Clisham ridge
It was back in June that I’d had my eyes properly opened to the joys of hillwalking in Harris, when hubby and I went up Tiorga Mòr, a hill that I confess I hadn’t even heard of until shortly before. […]
It was back in June that I’d had my eyes properly opened to the joys of hillwalking in Harris, when hubby and I went up Tiorga Mòr, a hill that I confess I hadn’t even heard of until shortly before. […]
How well do you know the place you live? If you’re anything like me, probably nothing like as well as you could. In the past, whenever I’ve been lucky enough to be abroad somewhere interesting, I’ve put maximum effort into […]