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Becoming Keith

Mr Hamflett was a tall, angular man. He was old and bald. I would never be as old as him. I would never be bald. He had the look of a runner: lean, lithe and long-limbed. 1,214 more words

Running

Take the High Road

I had a feeling when I moved north to the Highlands of Scotland, things would be different up here. After all, one of the most important factors in the decision to leave my home town was to escape the degradation and penury that was defining life in Manchester for the freedom to breathe clean air, feel Nature’s breeze and awaken each day with a smile and a lift in my heart for the beauty that surrounds me; instead of listening to the trundling of traffic, breathing the clagging dust that clouds the atmosphere and seeing streets, parks and alleys strewn with litter and callous fly-tipping. 1,042 more words

A Visit to Kinloch Hourn

by Anne Coombs (NOSAS)

The now the familiar road to Kinloch Hourn was a great introduction to the walk led by John Wombell on the 29th June. 721 more words

Archaeology Scotland