Day four on the West Highland Way. As seems to be the case with many of the people I have spoken to over the years, the book that first planted the seed of attempting a Long Distance Footpath was A Walk In The Woods: Bill Bryson's account of hiking the Appalachian Trail.
Day three on the West Highland Way.
I have so many wonderful memories of my time in Antarctica: lying in my bunk in our Nissen hut home, hearing the rumbling of the glaciers calving around us and the tapping of the sheathbills feet as they ran back and forth on our tin roof; discovering the first gentoo chick had hatched on midwinter’s day and our island being freed from the surrounding ice for the first time; the sound and smell of the gentoo penguins braying around us; ice flowing in and out of the bay around the island on beautiful clear blue-sky days and penguin chicks catching snowflakes in their beaks.
We had chosen to tackle the West Highland Way in April for a number of reasons: the clocks had just gone back, so we would have longer days in which to walk, and the arrival of Spring meant weather that was too warm for snow but not quite warm enough for midges.
Thanks to a childhood spent moving from one country to the next, from the UK to Australia and on to Germany, it seemed his mind was always somewhere else, often far away. Steven Neish, one of our volunteers at Tentsmuir NNR, describes how his eyes were opened to the wonders of nature in Scotland.