Climbing and climbers have produced some classic works of literature, poetry and philosophy. I’ve just read British climber Andy Kirkpatrick’s Psychovertical – here’s a quick review. Psychovertical by

So I posted on Saturday about a hike in Gortin Glen, County Tyrone. But posting from the mobile, using eSteem, I managed to lose the images. A few of you upvoted the post - many thanks! - but I'm pretty

Today we crossed to the western part of Ulster and explored Gortin Glan forest park. I don't know the Sperrin hills well enough - hopefully change that soon.

I liked the abstract lines here, and the unfamiliar wedge of blue sky!

Chilly for May...

Just over a year ago I was in London on a training course (the DSDM variant of Agile project management, and I passed the exam and got qualified, thanks for asking!) But the missus and I took some time

In my (re)Introducing Myself article I mentioned that I’d taken up climbing. So far, that’s mostly been indoors, and until now on one wall, that at Belfast’s Ozone leisure centre. But last Saturday a few

With fine weather over Easter, it was time to set the vegetable patch up for spring. In the midst of weeding, I noticed that the wild garlic had escaped onto the gravel around the beds – only one thing

The funfair’s in town... There’s a strange nostalgia, almost a magic about a funfair. It speaks of an older world and, if you’ve read your Ray Bradbury or your Stephen King, of a world of odd, even uncanny,

So, like I said last week, it’s been more than a year since I blogged with any regularity on Steemit. And it’s almost three years since I joined the site – hard to believe. I’ve just glanced at my original

Before my accidental absence from Steemit, I’d posted occasional notes on some Belfast landmarks. I thought I’d pick up where I left off with two ladies I pass morning and evening on my daily commute.

Yikes! I've just realised it's been over a year since I visited Steemit - and it looks like there've been a lot of changes. What's happening? Anyone care to summarise? I've been busy working, travelling,

Woke with a bit of a hangover, so there was nothing else for it but a drive up into the Antrim hills to a snowy Ballyboley forest. Some pictures... This might be an entry for the black & whit

My village under snow... We're right by the sea, so it almost never lies here. That makes it mundane and magical at the same time. And safely home.

Night falls. Office workers trudge through the sleety drizzle to catch their buses and trains. Traffic is heavy on Great Victoria Street, snarled and honking at the pedestrian crossings. But there's no

Mostly any city in Romania, even villages, organize or have these local bazaars, or fairs. Some are the result of special town days, like The Harvest Day, or The Days of the city, or the autumn days where

Carrickfergus is a medieval town that's been almost lost to post-1960s development. Here and there there are glimpses of history. There's the famous castle of course (over my shoulder when I took this

Signals!

Exploring makes you hungry. If you're exploring Belfast on a frosty weekend morning, drop in to the city's St George's market. It's (officially, award-winningly) one of the best indoor markets in the UK

I've been threatening a Belfast pub-crawl for some time. Let's start early doors, with a lunchtime pint in Robinson's bar in Great Victoria Street. If you've just arrived at the bus station across the