I think it’s safe to say I’m more interested in nature now than I was 15 years ago. That’s when the outdoors went from being my hobby to being my passion. But even before then I had a passing interest in nature, and tended to notice the obvious wildlife on my walks. That interest has since grown exponentially, such that I now also notice the smaller and better camouflaged creatures around me. And yet, in all my years of hillwalking, biking, camping, of being out & about in Scotland’s wild places, there’s one small and camouflaged creature in particular that…

If you had to describe each Scottish season using just one colour, which would you choose? Well, firstly, let’s overlook the fact that every season can feel like October in some years and let’s assume there are the traditional four. Would you perhaps choose the verdant green of grass or trees for summer? The rusty brown of leaves or bracken for autumn? The harsh white of frost or snow for winter? But what about spring? If you had to sum up the season of regrowth in one colour, what would you choose? I’d like to nominate yellow. Not because of…

As you drive the single track road along the Trotternish peninsula’s east coast, you’re probably intermittently snatching glances out to sea or up at the hills. And who could blame you? It’s beautiful! You could therefore be forgiven for not noticing the signs indicating roadside maintenance as you drive through Flodigarry, but there’s no missing the sharp bump and sudden lurch downwards on one side of your car as you pass a certain spot on the road. This short stretch of road is riddled with bumps and cracks because it’s been hit by a landslide. Nothing unusual in that, you…

In the last few weeks we’ve enjoyed (or suffered, depending on your point of view) some colder interludes where the temperature has fallen below freezing. As a result, ice in its various forms has been a conspicuous companion on many of my bike rides and walks this past month. It mightn’t have the hypnotic beauty of falling snow, but there’s something equally beguiling and enchanting about the secretive way ice appears on the ground from out of nowhere. There are too many varieties of ice to do justice to here, so I’m taking a look at a select few of…

I’ve travelled a fair bit around the world and the one thing I keep encountering again and again, no matter what country I’m in, is the superlative settlement. That is to say, those tiny towns or villages with superlative claims to fame. The tiniest church, the longest slide, the highest chimney, the angriest lama. Often they’re dreamed up or made in a deliberate attempt to get people to stop in a town, but some lucky wee places are blessed with the genuine article. Fortingall in Perthshire is one such place but frankly you’d never know it if you were just…

Come autumn, the hills in Scotland look as empty of snow as anywhere else in Great Britain. And yet, there are some special places hidden from view where winter stubbornly hangs on despite the passage of summer. And, quite unexpectedly, the snow that falls in those places only rarely melts. These long-lasting ghosts of winter, which vary in size from mere pin pricks to enormous things the size and volume of buses, are Scotland’s famous snow patches. They’re a source of fascination and curiosity for most folk who wander the hills during the warmer months, and I’m no exception. I’ll…

On one of my days off last week I went to the beach. That’s not unusual in itself, seeing as I live in Fife. We have 117 miles of coastline right here with glorious sandy beaches and wide open vistas. But sometimes, when I know the sun will be shining and the skies will be blue, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than on the west coast with its irresistible mix of beaches, hills, rocks and islands. My destination for the day was therefore the stretch of coastline between Arisaig and Morar. A long drive from Fife I admit, but as…

If you’ve been out in the hills lately you’ll hopefully have noticed shades of purple and pink standing out against the otherwise green landscape. Certainly that’s been my experience on two recent walks, one up Beinn a’ Bhuird via The Sneck in the Cairngorms and one along Loch Turret in Perthshire. The different shades I saw on those walks are the ones that accompany summer’s inevitable slide towards autumn, as the heathers burst into flower. I say heathers with an ‘s’, using the plural, because there are many species and it’s a name used quite widely (and loosely) to describe…