Mark Donaldson (born 1970)
If you're reading this, you probably know me already — but here's the long version, written by me, while I'm still around to write it.
I grew up in the Borders, the eldest of three, raised on long walks, longer Sunday roasts, and the kind of family that talks over each other at the dinner table. I followed Dad up my first Munro before I could properly tie my own laces, and I've never really stopped going up hills since.
These days I work as a software engineer, which is a long way from anything I imagined doing as a kid. The job pays for the things I actually care about: the kids, the dog, the car that's always halfway through a service, and the fortnightly trips north to wherever the weather is least terrible.
I'm putting this page together so the people I love don't have to scramble for photos and dates and stories at a moment that won't be a great one for organising things. There's no rush, hopefully. But it's here when it's needed.
For now: thanks for being part of my story so far. Drop me a line if you've got a photo to add. I'll keep adding to this every now and then.