An autumnal festival with torches and treats. But, instead of witches and monsters, all sorts of animals are celebrated. This is a fair full of food, music, and crafts. And, of course, a torch-lit procession.
The smellscape takes me right to the Mediterranean. But I can feel no wind, and the ceiling is made of plastic. I am in a giant greenhouse-bubble.
Sometimes it is necessary to turn to plan B. We have to abandon our hopes of walking and climbing the Cuillin Traverse on the Isle of Skye but end up having a joyful and memorable evening in a lovely little bothy overlooking the North Atlantic.
The shadow of Peter Pan lands on the mantelpiece, hands on the hips, feet wide apart. Try to catch the shadow at the National Centre for Children's Literature and Storytelling which opened its doors this summer.
The excitement of having many small towns instead of a one mega city is that they are all different. The visit to the next town over feels like a little daytrip.
A promising forecast and an interesting hill is a powerful combination. It is time to walk up Ben Nevis, the highest mountain in the UK.
Forget the fastest route, take a nice scenic stroll in Stirling and stop by Cambuskenneth Abbey.
HBO has copyrighted the phrase “Winter is coming”. How selfish is that? But then again, it seems like we do not really need that phrase as nowadays everyone seems to be just saying “Winter is late”.
I visited two Christmas markets during my six-hor layover in Oslo.
I focus on the red dots above me. Up they go forming a nice vertical path. Edinburgh International Climbing Arena, just call it Ratho, has hundreds of climbing routes for sports climbing and bouldering.