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The morning started in a quiet hush — the kind of stillness that only the Mournes can hold. Mist clung low over Newcastle as I laced up my boots, the sea behind me already a pale blur.
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There’s something about Ben Lomond that feels like a rite of passage for Scottish hillwalkers. Standing proudly above Loch Lomond,...
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There’s something almost mythical about Glen Coe. Even before you arrive, you can feel it — the weight of its...
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There’s a running joke among Scottish hikers that if you climb Ben Nevis hoping for a view, you’re really just...
