Jayne Thompson

It always amazes me that when I'm feeling exhausted, my body won't let me sleep. Both of us had a rather restless night and although the midges were kept at bay by the wind, there were a lot of ticks in the grass where we'd camped. We may have looked

Waking to stillness my heart sank again with the inevitable little midge visitors. Fast packing was the theme of the morning with every piece of skin covered and headnets donned. There were bigger animal visitors however as the farmers were out herding the cattle from across the river. A couple

After midgegeddon last night I woke to a scene of carnage in the tent. Dead midge covered the tent floor and the mesh was dotted with the squished bodies. It was still outside and they were lying in wait in the porch. No porridge making this morning, it was all

I'm sat in my tent overlooking the beautiful Lochan Fada near Struy and there's not a whisper of a breeze in the air. It sounds idyllic doesn't it? Now imagine thousands of midges over every surface of the tent and a swarming cloud outside. It is grim! On my last

It's been three years since Scotland captured a piece of my heart and within twenty four hours of being back I feel like I've come home. Thinking about it now it seems rather fitting that at such an uncertain time I'm back where I found myself three years ago after