Go west

Black Hill Road. Lap three. A biting headwind. My neck screaming. I glance up and see the same slope that’s already broken countless riders today. And as the lads around me clip out and walk, I dig in

“Reckon we’re actually going out in that?” The pre-race chat in the car park above Putsborough beach in North Devon has almost exclusively focussed on the behaviour of the Atlantic Ocean’s swell and s

We had thought that our Munro-bagging days were over, in spite of only ever having managed to bag a dozen of the 282 total in more than 30 years of hill walking. However, our son had bought me a guide

If you REALLY want to know Scotland’s mountains, you need to add The Fionas to your peak-bagging hit-list – starting with BEN MOR COIGACH .

BACK in the days when a tankful of petrol cost as much as we pay for a coffee today, our sunny Sunday afternoon treat was a drive out. If we weren’t aiming for the beach, our route took us north to th

Let your running loose