The Sabbath It’s Sunday, and the locals take Sundays very seriously. At 10.45 sharp Murdo Maclean waits for us in Reception. He has been instructed to accompany us to the Gaelic Service at The Free Church of Scotland. We are greeted with warm handshakes by…
The Road to Harris Our journey continues, driving over the moor and then through the mountain passes, every twist and turn revealing another dramatic view. We are listening to a recording of the Gaelic psalms that takes us into a mood to receive this stark…
Models of The Mind We drive around North Uist the wrong way losing our sense of direction through the moor and the mountain and eventually as it gets dark we arrive in a windswept desolate place – Benbecula. Why are we here? The sun shines…
The Beautiful South Our last day and we set off for South Uist. Why? My mother has been inspired to come here by the story of Angus Mcphee, a weaver of grasses he collected from the Machair. We turn off the main road to Iochar,…
Passing by the little horse I arrive with a friend and approach the meeting point. We are invited to surrender our time and handover watches, cameras and phones. One of the hosts explains the rules to us, and we are requested to follow them. I…
Walking tonight, just heard that the canal towpath is closed between Homerton and Bow. Let’s see how the landcape has changed in just the last few days. .
In 2008, I wrote to my friend ‘in 2012 I am going to walk the world’. He pointed out, that this would take a very long time. It will – the rest of my life. In 2010 I took the first step and joined the…