February, 1994. The Cairngorms are in the grip of an Arctic storm. Alone and in a whiteout, Jackie Greaves strays out on to a cornice. Seconds later, the snow collapses into air.
There are days in the mountains that have you hiding behind rocks to get out of the relentless wind. Days when you tug your hood over your face to shield it from blasts of hail. Days when you think: “Where did all this begin?”Continue reading #17 In footsteps
We all love to explore new places, but most of us also have some hills we call home. For Kirstie Smith, it’s the heart of the northern mountains on the Isle of Arran.
Get up early, grab a bike and take a look round the back of your favourite hill. You might be surprised at what you find.
With modern maps, GPS and aerial photography, we like to think we know the hills better than anyone. But open an Ordnance Survey map of any mountain in the Scottish Highlands and there, in plain sight, is evidence that those who roamed these hills long before us knew them intimately – perhaps more than we ever will.