Sixteen selected prints based on walking eight days along the coastline of the historic Scottish shire of Kirkcudbrightshire. 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 […]
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Day 182: Barlocco Heugh to Senwick Church – Range & Forage
I was woken every hour last night by the noisy, windy tent and after packing up in the dark morning, my priority is finding drinking water even though it’s raining. Sourcing drinking water is a peculiar difficulty of the uninhabited coast as, although frequent, most […]

Day 181: Torr Point to Barlocco Heugh – Gold & Sliver
Four firsts in one day. Auchencairn has a public toilet that is both open and has hot water, a village shop that’s also open and, best of all, I was just called “Doll”!

Day 180: Dalbeattie to Torr Point – Russet & Moss
This morning in Dumfries I was told to “Go doon the Vennel”. If I hadn’t been asking for directions, I’d have been sure it was a special insult reserved for Sasanach (A Scottish term for “Englishman” with mildly derogatory undertones) backpackers. My ultralight backpack is […]

Day 179: Sandyhills to Dalbeattie – Silk & Salmon
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 […]

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 […]