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Cheers Tom. That's very kind of you, my T1DM brother-in-arms.

When Hillwalking became Munro Bagging How I became a Munro bagger, and the extra challenges of hillwalking with diabetes

Reflections on accidentally becoming a Munro bagger, and also some thoughts on the extra issues that hillwalking with diabetes presents.
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I've come to Mull this weekend to complete (compleat?) my Munro round with Ben More, the 282 Scottish peaks over 3000 feet. The plan tonight in Tobermory is a curry and some pints. Cheers.

I'm that transparent. All being well, my final Munro. ⛰️

Panoramic photo of all the colourful houses along the front at Tobermory, on the Isle of Mull

Absolutely lovely to be back in Tobermory, on the Isle of Mull, for the first time in about 15 years.

Two carved gargoyles on the drainage of an old church, rabbits or hares.

A weird animal gargoyle on St Conan's Kirk, halfway between a dog and a hippo.

Carved owls or hoolets on the walls of St Conan's Kirk

Some of the gargoyles and carvings on Walter Douglas Campbell's eccentric vSt Conan's Kirk, in Lochawe. The rabbit looks particularly rabid with the weed choked mouth. Or mad March hares?

I would go to see any old shite with my cousin and my brother, always a joy, but I absolutely loved that gig tonight with Nick Heyward. He's absolutely lovely and must have an ageing portrait of himself in his attic. Wee treat having The Bluebells come on for the encore.

Partick sundown.

How to Kill a Witch and Witches: Zoe Venditozzi & Claire Mitchell and Steven Veerapen with Dani Garavelli - Glasgow Life How to Kill a Witch and Witches

Looking forward to chairing this with irrepressible duo Claire Mitchell & Zoe Venditozzi, whose company I love, & Steven Veerapen, whom I'm excited to meet. Their books are terrific and I'm sure it will be a lively event. Please come if you can: Sunday (Nov 9), 6pm, Glasgow Royal Concert Hall.

Great to see Autechre perform tonight in Glasgow, although when I say "see" getting assailed by glitchy, rib-vibrating music while the room is kept completely in darkness has been used as a form of torture I believe. #livereview

Happy to talk, not sure I'd have much to contribute.

Partick Thistle 5-0 Queens Park
There's only one team in Glasgow

My wife and I both separately grew up watching the Royal Institution Christmas lectures on telly, which we hadn't ever realised until we stumbled upon the lecture theatre on a random trip across London last year, and both got nostalgically excited.

On this, if you grew up watching the Christmas Lectures or watch them now or have anything to say about them, I’m taking oral histories. About 20 mins over Zoom, if you’re lucky one of the cats might join us.

It's that point of the week, as observed by James Kelman in A Disaffection.

I'm saddened to learn of the passing of Dr Elspeth King, the legendary curator of the People's Palace, and a fierce advocate for Glasgow and its history.

This was fascinating on the release of the film adaptation of Alasdair Gray's "Poor Things".

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Can't believe I'm getting drawn in to this baseball game.

Turnip lanterns and guising, or you're doing it wrong. Nostalgia ain't what it used to be.

Two ptarmigan partly changed into their white winter feathers, whilst the grey rocks are dappled, like them with wee patches of snow

I only got my phone out to take a photo once these golden eagles had glided past me on the wind coming up the hillside, so there's not much detail on this with all the zoom.

A lot of zoom on this photo, a bird's silhouette against a grey sky, but you can see the fingered tips of its wings, a golden eagle in the Mamores of Scotland today.

I love how magnificently the ptarmigan blend into the hillside at this time of year, as they turn gradually white as the hillsides do (when the seasons turn on time). They needed it today with two young golden eagles out looking for food.

Up in the snow dusted Mamores today, walking to Binnein Mòr and Na Gruagaichean, and looking down on Sgùrr Eilde Mòr where I twisted my knee in the scree last time I was up here. Nobody enjoys walking with a scree knee.

Two ptarmigan partly changed into their white winter feathers, whilst the grey rocks are dappled, like them with wee patches of snow

I only got my phone out to take a photo once these golden eagles had glided past me on the wind coming up the hillside, so there's not much detail on this with all the zoom.

A lot of zoom on this photo, a bird's silhouette against a grey sky, but you can see the fingered tips of its wings, a golden eagle in the Mamores of Scotland today.

I love how magnificently the ptarmigan blend into the hillside at this time of year, as they turn gradually white as the hillsides do (when the seasons turn on time). They needed it today with two young golden eagles out looking for food.

Up in the snow dusted Mamores today, walking to Binnein Mòr and Na Gruagaichean, and looking down on Sgùrr Eilde Mòr where I twisted my knee in the scree last time I was up here. Nobody enjoys walking with a scree knee.

Grey Mare's Tail above Kinlocheven in full flow. #waterfall

For the sake of completeness I've visited the other Grey Mare's Tail waterfall, in Kinlocheven, today.

Grey Mare's Tail and Loch Skene in the Moffat hills. John Buchan country.

For the sake of completeness I've visited the other Grey Mare's Tail waterfall, in Kinlocheven, today.

Had a lovely night out with my daughter to see Frankenstein (she loves the book, and loved the film Phew!). Two slightly over-long, slightly over-earnest films I've enjoyed this week.

Grey Mare's Tail and Loch Skene in the Moffat hills. John Buchan country.

Seen lots of fungi when out running today, like these nice waxcaps (I think). Always jealous when I see people foraging for fungi, but then again they do frequently die, so there's that as well.

A warning sign at a path in Fife, that leads to a feature called John Knox's Pulpit. The sign warns "Please be aware this path leads to a potential rock fall area." You have been warned.

"I have never once feared the devil, but I tremble every time I enter the pulpit" - John Knox. Now we know why.