Northern exposure

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

One of Britain’s tallest falls is a bewitching plume of white water plunging nearly 60 metres into a voluptuous valley in the magnificent Moffat Hills, in Scotland’s southern uplands. As impressive as

WHOEVER COINED the phrase ‘don’t mix business with pleasure’ certainly wasn’t offered the use of a VW California Ocean for the week. Handily, that’s not a mantra I live by, and I was quick to point ou

THE BIG RIDE

Discover the world-beating wonder of our nation’s shorelines

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