I’ve been put up for a couple of days by fellow travel bloggers Esther & Warren, who cycled around the world for three years finishing up their odyssey back in Scotland. Like me, they experienced nothing but kindness in all their time of being strangers […]
Month: January 2018
Day 178: Kirkbean to Sandyhills – Mirror & Gold
Carse Sands, the first beach in Scotland, makes for joyous walking after yesterday’s road slog. I can see England across the Solway but the coastline feels very wild here already, I was expecting to head a lot further north before the landscape would feel this […]
Day 177: Dumfries to Kirkbean – Dreich & Sweetheart
A heavy mist has descended on Dumfries turning the ancient bridges picturesquely monochromatic. The mist gradually ebbs and flows in opacity, so I wait a while with the camera for the optimum moment of abstraction. A mischievous lad approaches me by the river and with […]
Dumfriesshire Print Collection
Sixteen selected prints based on walking three days along the coastline of the historic Scottish shire of Dumfriesshire. Individual Prints 42x42cm (includes 4cm white border). Edition of 25, signed and numbered. £195 80x80cm (includes 10cm white border). Edition of 7, signed and numbered. £795 110x110cm (includes […]
Day 176: Caerlaverock to Dumfries – Moat & Nith
I come to dread seeing the word “merse” marked on the map, although it’s the Scottish name for salt marsh, it begins to represent a kind of expletive to me. The merse appear to be flat and navigable until one reaches an unjumpable ditch that […]
Day 175: Annan to Caerlaverock – Skein & Merse
The Solway sky is alive with flocks of birds. They are seasonal, between late September and early May and number some 40,000 Barnacle Geese & 10,000 Pink-footed Geese. The Barnies return to Svalbard for the summer, the Pinks to Iceland. The distant horizon throughout the […]
Day 174: Gretna Green to Annan – Ice & Roam
After an inauspicious start of dropping my toothbrush into the toilet, I head into the icy dawn as flocks of migrating geese fly past the moon. The exhilaration of the Scottish right to roam is soon tempered by physically impassable routes and mazes of barbed […]