I have always had a good sense of direction, probably instilled in me on reluctant walks up hills with my father as a child, where he would point out landmarks, curiously shaped trees and wonky rocks ...

We soon learned, as we would on a score of hikes and hillwalks through Scotland and Ireland, that “eroded” is a mere euphemism: Like the ancients who lived here and the deer stalkers and sheep who ...

The autumn sky in the far north of Ireland was suddenly dark, ominously so, as storm clouds moved overhead. The day had started with an explosion of golf ball-size hail out of these dark clouds, and I ...