Awesome scenery and endless rain, joyful dolphins and ruthless midges, whisky and crisps for dinner – a light-hearted look at the despair, joy, agony and peace when you try to do anything in the Great Scottish Outdoors.
Late Sunday night and Crewe Station is empty and deserted. But there is a lost world here, filled with the ghosts from a bygone era of variety theatre.
Ssandwood-bayandwood Bay in north Scotland is famous for its remote beauty. It’s also a place of legend, shipwrecks, fugitives and ghosts.
Yangon: an account of a slow and fascinating train journey through an extraordinary city is published in Elsewhere: A Journal of Place.
Dickens is the master of London writing but a grisly and compelling scene in Little Dorrit was inspired by his travels in the Swiss Alps.
The storm battered the small Hebridean port. The wind howled down from the moody cloud-clad mountains, and swept great gusts of rain through the village, bending any unfortunate soul trying to reach shelter.
In the spring of 2015 four intrepid dashing gentlemen cycled through the Western Isles (Outer Hebrides) battling storms, rain and mountains. I was not one of them. I took the sensible option and hitched a ride in the dry, warm support van.