Entries by mckiddie

Meet the Westie – John Hamer

* What do you call the thing you change the TV channels with? During my early life it was called a pair of pliers. These days it’s called an iPhone. * Where did you grow up? New Zealand. * Have you always been a runner? Nope. Started in my 40s. * Why did you join

Meet the Westie – Graham Kelly

* What do you call the thing you change the TV channels with?  Yir finger. * Where did you grow up? Initially in Glasgow but also had a couple of years in Waterloo, Belgium (still trying to avoiding the growing up thing right enough). * Have you always been a runner?  Nope – hit thirty and

Tour of Fife

Racing the Tour of Fife is as much a vital component of my summer as Lord’s, Mull and loafing in the garden reading PG Wodehouse. However, attending this year was not without sacrifice: it meant missing my favourite bog n burn (Maddy Moss) and the SHR counter, An Teallach. Ah well, I get car sick

Meet the Westie – Leanne Cooke

* What do you call the thing you change the TV channels with? Remote control. * Where did you grow up? West Cork, Ireland. * Have you always been a runner? No. I graduated from a couch potato to a road runner when I was 23. * Why did you join the best small to

Never Mind The Trossachs, Here’s The Westies

The Forth Inn was hoaching at registration for the now well-established Trossachs Trail Series. Sure enough, a record 173 runners were on the start line for the first in three races, over a 5.5mile course. The preceding days had been (relatively) warm and wet and the anticipation was for pleasingly filthy underfoot conditions. In fact,

Yetholm: Cruise Control

That Manny Gorman and Gordon McCaffrey scored wins for Westerlands in the M50 and M60 categories in Saturday’s second SHR championship counter (12.8k/762 m) was not the great shock of the day. The main surprise, divulged during a journey where the conversation meandered like the zig-zagging B-road, was that Gordon is the biggest Sandra Bullock

Helvellyn and the Dodds

Listening to the dying embers of another dismal yet predictable England batting collapse as I drove south, the sight of cosy Threlkeld cricket club, nestled between the bustling A66 and the towering Clough Head, was enough to lift my spirits for the task ahead: Helvellyn and the Dodds (14.9m and 4400ft). I was also elevated

Tour of Fife

After finding excuses for the last four years, I finally decamped to Fife for the week for the very jolly Tour of Fife. Chez McKiddie in Wormit provided a handy HQ. Five nights, five races, with the emphasis on good, honest, competitive fun in some really lovely and varied scenery. Golf every day, running every