The idea was one of those that wormed its way into my subconscious over a number of years after first reading of Alec Keith’s round, completed in 1998. Rather unexpectedly, and in what might generously be described as sub-optimal condition for such a route, I found myself setting out to repeat this, the most northerly of the long distance rounds documented by Scottish Hill Runners, almost exactly 30 years after Keith’s inaugural round.

Overshadowed by the Aiguille du Chardonnet, Bec Rouge Supérieur is easily overlooked, but offers a challenging run from Argentière, including some 6,000ft of ascent and wonderful views across the Aiguille Verte and Les Droites to one side, and the Aiguille du Tour on the other.

I’d glimpsed the north ridge of Mont Buet years ago while climbing in the lower valley and while any aspiration to climb it was dulled by the many more obvious challenges on the other side of the valley, it was perhaps inevitable I’d return one day to run over this popular summit. If I thought it was going to be an easy day however, I was mistaken…

While researching, writing and photographing the routes included in Northern Horizons, I remember reflecting on the stats noted by Gordon Stainforth in his book, The Cuillin. He recorded a total of 150 days on the hill, 115 rolls of film shot, the use of five cameras including medium format Hasselblad and Fuji rangefinders, and no less than eight lenses. I could neither carry such equipment while running, nor justify its expense

The format of Northern Horizons was inspired in part by the series of books by Ken Wilson and Richard Gilbert including The Big Walks as well as the climbing classics also compiled by Ken Wilson which included Hard Rock. For each of those books many thousands of images were submitted by talented photographers - more than 10,000 for Wild Walks alone which resulted in a shortlist of 2,000, and a final selection of 270…

A partial recce of the old classic which has been resurrected for 2025…

The hills of Galloway are something of an acquired taste. Much of the land here is blanketed with sitka spruce and where it is not, the running is often hard, granite outcrops and tussocks the dominant features. Corserine offers something a little different…

It’s rare that I’ll run the same route twice, motivation often being noticeably absent at the prospect of covering all too familiar ground, though inspiration can be found even in some slight variation when options are limited. Unsurprisingly, despite having climbed the Dubh Ridge on almost a score of occasions, inspiration and motivation to go again, are rarely lacking.

By far the finest way to approach Beinn Eighe, Lawson, Ling & Glover’s route takes what appears to be an improbable line, barred in its upper reaches by an imposing pinnacle. In fact, the scrambling is mostly straightforward and not overly exposed. Given Grade 2 in every guide, some may feel the crux moves a little hard for the grade, but it is a short section which tops out on the pinnacle, this in turn being revealed as a remarkable flat slab …

With the publication of Northern Horizons came many emotions - relief, satisfaction, a little pride, but also a sense of loss. The project had lent purpose to so many trips, steered my running and taken me to places which in some cases I had not seen for too long. The first of the routes described in Northern Horizons to which I returned, was in Torridon. But it was perhaps the hills of Sutherland, pictured here, that proved most elusive, the Cuillin of Rum the most memorable, and those of South Uist and Harris the most enchanting …

I remember approaching Pinnacle Ridge on St Sunday Crag for the first time in the early 90’s. I’d run up from Dunmail and traversed in from the tarn on a whim, not entirely sure where the base of the ridge was, though it proved easy enough to locate. The rock was dry and warm and even then, the steep ‘greasy corner’ had received sufficient traffic that the holds were clear of moss and obvious. It was a delight and I ran without pause from the last blocks to the summit and on …

Like many of the best things in life, my partnership with the Scottish Mountaineering Press (SMP) is something that came about quite by chance. I’d been asked to submit images of the cliffs at Cape Wrath to support Guy Robertson’s wonderful book, The Great Sea Cliffs of Scotland, and one thing led to another. Sometimes its just a case of serendipity.

Northern Horizons: An Interview with Will Herman

Four years ago I embarked in earnest on a new project, Northern Horizons. I didn’t expect it to take four years, and there have been plenty of lows as well as highs along the way. But this last weekend saw the culmination of all that has gone into the book, realised at the Fort William Mountain Festival, with the official launch held on Friday, 14 February.

After two weeks off which began with a painful back muscle spasm and was followed by 10 days of something which presented in suspiciously similar fashion to Covid-19, setting out to run the Sgùrr Thuilm Horseshoe beyond Glenfinnan felt at once alien, improbable and remarkably liberating.

Synonymous with The Ben, there is another Tower Ridge - one of Wainwright’s routes on Eel Crag, which, like many such lines, is overlooked by the majority. In common with all of Wainwright’s routes of this type, it is an impressive looking feature, well worthy of exploration, but proves to lack any real technical difficulty.

If it’s true that the majority of my hill runs would feel incomplete without visiting the summit, it’s also true I’ve never really been one for ‘compleating’ the Munros. Looking at the list recently however it occurred to me that there couldn’t be that many left to visit…

I first sat on the summit of Helvellyn at the age of five. I remember feeding the herdwicks cheese and jam butties, which remain staple hill food, for me at least, if not the sheep. It was a driech day and I also remember my father counting paces from the shelter to the start of the descent via Swirral Edge. I remember little else of that day, and without doubt, there was very little to be seen throughout.

The Cuillin Ridge has fascinated me for as long as I can remember. I’ve traversed it in sections and its entirety, many times over and still the magic never fades.

For some inexplicable reason, the Fannichs were among the last of the Scottish hills that I came to know. Undoubtedly I passed by on too many occasions, fixed on the hills of Assynt or Sutherland, only occasionally pausing to consider the ridge which lies almost hidden from all aspects except the north.