The Grand Waterfalls and Mountains of Glencoe Adventure March 2026 - Part Three: The Long Way Home and the Magnet Marathon

If Day Two was about "The Drift," Day Three was the "Grand Side-Track."

I woke up at the Clachaig Inn after another night of deep, mountain-air-fuelled sleep. One final, hearty Full Scottish breakfast later (the fuel tank was full, even if the wallet was about to take a hit), I pointed Dezzy Bee East. I was supposed to be heading home to Galston, but Glencoe wasn't quite finished with me yet.

The Grand Waterfalls and Mountains of Glencoe Adventure March 2026 - Part Two: The Art of Getting Side-Tracked and a Conversation with Frogs

If Day One was about the "Quest," Day Two was about the "Drift."

After a night of sleep so deep I think I may have actually become part of the mattress at the Clachaig Inn, I fuelled up on a legendary Full Scottish Breakfast, and had enough energy to power Dezzy Bee halfway to Fort William. The plan? More water, more light, and absolutely no rush.

The Grand Waterfalls and Mountains of Glencoe Adventure March 2026 - Part One: The Waterfall Quest

Chasing the Glencoe Five (Well, Four): A Masterclass in Mud, Magic, and Mental Healing

They say the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry, and in my case, "men" includes a red Suzuki Swift named Dezzy Bee and a fleet of drones with a mind of their own.

I’d planned for the Isle of Skye, but the weather gods had other ideas. Instead, I took a leaf out of Karl Griffin’s book (from the Glencoe Photography YouTube channel) and decided to tackle his "Top 5 Waterfalls in Glencoe." I ended up with four, a pair of very wet "Welly Bootuns," and a mental massage that I didn't realise I desperately needed.

The Glencoe Five: Chasing Waterfalls and Tactical Patience

There is a specific kind of madness that takes over a photographer when the Scottish weather turns sour for forty-eight hours. You sit, you stare at the rain lashing the window, and you start plotting. Yesterday and today were washouts in the fair county of Ayrshire (and pretty much all of Scotland actually!!!), but there was a very definite case of the silver lining? It gave me enough time to sit down with my digital collaborators and map out a proper Highland escape.

The Evolution of My Video Rig: Welcome to the Ozzie Pop Era

If you're a regular reader, you'll know that I've been on a bit of a journey lately. A "creative pivot," if you like. I've been deeply immersed in the world of photography for years, focusing on capturing the still, silent beauty of places like the Southern Lowlands and the Ayrshire coast. But recently, a niggling thought became a roaring idea: I want to capture the movement. I want to capture the wind in the heather, the flow of the Allt na Reidh, and the feeling of that 7 am drive into the Mennock Pass.