A short and sweet walk above Aberfoyle, Trossachs

I love the Trossachs. Sitting north-east of Loch Lomond — about an hour from Glasgow — it’s a range of rolling hills, hidden lochs and cute cottages on the waterfront. It’s one of those ‘places of my childhood’. Do you know the ones I mean? Those hideaways you always feel safe in, that bring back fuzzy memories of sitting in the backseat of the car … Continue reading A short and sweet walk above Aberfoyle, Trossachs

Owning the outdoors at Go Ape Aberfoyle

I can’t imagine a more outdoorsy man than my dad. Ever since I was little, he’s dragged me up hills, through marshes, into a kayak and towards trig points. He is that guy who — at fifty-two — still insists on donning his foul weather gear to head up the mountains, regardless of the weather or his dodgy hips. So, when I was organising my trip … Continue reading Owning the outdoors at Go Ape Aberfoyle

Getting lost in the Trossachs

‘A breath of fresh air’. I’ve never been a fan of cliché expressions, but in this case I’ll make an exception. I am forever amazed at what fresh air does for the soul. Really. This week, we packed a bag of snacks, took jackets in case the sun disappeared, and drove north. Our destination was Aberfoyle, a small Trossachs town that boasts a lane of … Continue reading Getting lost in the Trossachs