Memory of a not so free festival

June 1970 I missed my last week at school due to some planning, friends and I had been making for … More

Waving to Tories on the B709

I drove on the hairpin roads by Innerleithen on Sunday, narrow enough that they were although not quite single track. … More

3 month voluntary placement in Quetzaltenango with the countries only Not For Profit trekking organisation.

The bus comes in from New Orleans and to Atlanta, Georgia I arrive. I’m stopping over before a bus to … More

The world marches on as white men fight to die. Despite their best efforts, the evolution of the human race … More

I drive buses; often for days at a time; carrying literally hundreds people: up and down Scotland. The movement … More

The flowers bloomed as red and yellow bees buzzed around us. The Government had declared independence barely an hour … More

The sun walked up from behind the mountain range splashing light and warmth over Maizal. The group moves in and … More

Assembled at the fork in the road by the entrance to Choquequirao we stand idle waiting for the gentleman and … More

A large table knelt on the immediate righthand side in the old stone outbuilding. Strewn rocks, chopped branches and … More