Film 13

So it is back to the Pyrenees with this film.  Nothing more to say about them really, other than I'd like to go back one day.

Film 12

At some point in the mid nineties I ventured off to Morocco for a two week holiday to the Atlas mountains in what turned out to be en eventful trip.

I stayed with a Canadian photographer for a week in a Berber village, had breakfast with a Berber villager whilst hiking through their valley, had a fraught experience buying hashish in the Djna el Fnaa in Marrakesh before suffering from mild frostbite in my big toe after walking up Jebel Toubkal and then becoming trapped in a mountain hut with a group of Italian and German ski mountaineers to whom I and two other British climbers had been rather (very) rude the previous day!

After a day drinking Irish whiskey and popping codeine tablets we took advantage of a break in the weather to run downhill and escape a coming storm (as well as the europeans who had decided to spend the day singing folk songs) and I then headed off to the very pleasant seaside fishing port of Essouria where I finished off the last of my hashish on the beach.

My journey home also turned into a disaster but that's another story.

The following photos were taken during that holiday.

Film 11

Me looking cold on Ben Nevis in December.  Can't remember exactly which year but I think it was 1993.

Film 10

It has been quite a while since my last post.  Film 10 is probably a couple of films that got mixed together over the years.

These shots are from the "hillwalking years" in the nineties.

The first two are from a short break in Dartmoor - can't remember much about it, in fact I can't remember anything about it.

This next shot was from my one and only visit to Torridon in the west of Scotland.  Taken whilst walking up Beinn Eighe.

 I can't even remember where the following photo was taken - the Lakes?

And lastly three friends walking up Ben Nevis in winter.  Purple was clearly the new black in those days.