Scotland
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The Mull2Muckle Scottish End-to-End, or Tom’s Fairly Long Ride, is nearing completion, with midsummer tomorrow and the last approach to the Muckle Flugga shore station on Unst first thing tomorrow morning. After the show today I’ll drive to Toft, get the ferry to Yell, drive the 18 miles across (or up) the island (seeing as…
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Slightly worried about coronary thrombosis, having consumed a bit of a fry-up for breakfast, but putting my trust in statins, aspirin and beta blockers, I set off on Shetland Life business this morning, camera in hand. First a wee jaunt to Eshaness, and then the half-hour climb to the summit of the White Grunafirth above…
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The view out over Ura Firth and the Ness of Hillswick towards St Magnus’ Bay, 8.30am
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One of those weird Shetland days when the morning starts cold and glowering, changes to mild and then warm, and by the time we got round to Eshaness, was actually, positively hot. I can truthfully say I have never sweated so much on a walk around the UK’s most spectacular peninsula (apart from Hillswick Ness).…
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Creamola Foam. It’s time has returned. The great lost Scottish drink, its chemical formula apparently mislaid during a slew of company takeovers, tins and cartons of the stuff appearing only rarely and fetching vast sums on eBay, seems to have invaded my life recently. It has popped up on my radio show once or twice,…
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I gave up drinking for 31 days, once. Made a radio programme out of it. And then I went back to my Friday night red wine, my couple of whiskies a week, my beer and skittles. Without the skittles.. The occasional binge, too, in the sense of combining beer, wine and whisky in doses calculated…
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Aberdeen at night. What is this monstrosity, you may well ask, if you’re not au fait with shopping in the granite city? A car park? An alien spaceship of the most implacably warlike mien? Perhaps it’s one of those nanotech buildings described by William Gibson in the Bridge trilogy, or a nuke-proof governmental bunker? Wrong…
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…a wee note about a new blog called Journey’s Blend. This is the first post: It’s all Rob Allanson’s fault. He’s the editor of Whisky Magazine, and this is what he’s got to say… “…so in June myself and BBC Scotland presenter, whisky writer and motorbike nut Tom Morton (let¹s not forget he travelled to…
