Where others have strong fingers and nerves, we have tactics. Ferdia was the racing driver. I was the pitstop mechanic.

The wind is at me as I tiptoe in the eggshells and madness, sure to blow the sounds of me over Tintagel’s bare crown and to kingdom gone...

Many journey through this bleak expanse, but few share with their fellow travellers a word or a glance; their eyes are glazed windows on spi

It’s early morning in Llanberis, tipped with autumn cool. Staccato jackdaws rule the High Street, chacking and swaggering, cocky as youth chucking stones at w...

I always thought of herons as silent and solitary birds. Last night on the Åbyfjord in Bohuslän, I scrambled to a promontory above the harbour at Rågårdsdal....

I guess it always happens fast, otherwise it wouldn't happen. I haven't crashed a car before, not properly, at speed. It reminded me a lot of Colin McRae Ral...

It is a truth universally acknowledged that everybody wants a live-in vehicle. Baby boomers with a pension want a fibreglass kitchen appliance on wheels, whi...

Imagine the perfect weapon, that could obliterate a target completely, with no collateral damage. No explosions, no messy coughing up of lung tissue, no burn...

Elidir’s unmade face floats, upturned in the lake - the body is water, glass-like, land-filled. The legs drive blood by pulsing tunnels, by the throat, by rh...

Summer drains the last of its energy, browning the bracken and plumping blackberries. There will be no grandstand peroration for the mountain rock season i...

"In the morning the effects of the Grey Man's curse were sufficiently plain; rocks had been detached that no earthly power could move, and columns were hur...

I needed to get lonely. I was full reeling drunk, caught out by those last three or two shots, doing my unlevel best to walk a straight line on the dirt t...

December 2011, a few nights before the solstice: I am all but asleep at the wheel on the M80 between Stirling and Glasgow. It’s 3 a.m., and I am beyond the h...

The raven bounces on the air overhead, folds its wings as it rides a weightless arc, inverts and drops like a dart, spirals upright and glides into a speck...

You were in the Alps. Was it good? Yeah, it was good, but… For no obvious reason, I spent the first few days in Chamonix swaying between normal mental functi...

On the shattered edge of the continent, it’s elemental. The elements are mental. Crack hit-squalls send us to ground, coming out twitching like hunted rab...

Just outta Bridgeport, there's some hot springs up a dirt track behind the ranger office. Real nice spot. Great views over the mountains of the Hoover Wilder...

In the month before Christmas, I got to know a segment of paved ground outside Morrisons in a town called Rothwell, near Leeds. It was a pedestrian concou...

Fingers piano play the flatness at the back of a rounded break, toes smudge on subtle scoops and dimples, limbs twist and press with assertion to the rock'...