I remember a group I led back in 2014—a lovely, keen lot—who had spent a small fortune on the flashiest, lightest ultralight boots you could …
I was halfway through a frozen granola bar in the Cairngorms, listening to the rhythmic thwack-thwack of my client’s head hitting the tent pole every …
I was halfway up a scramble in the Cairngorms last October, soaked to the bone and shivering, when the seam on my “ultra-light” waterproof jacket …
I remember standing knee-deep in a peat bog outside of Glencoe, shivering in a relentless drizzle that had soaked through my supposedly “waterproof” trousers, trying …
I remember standing on a narrow col in the Cairngorms, watching a group of eight people try to navigate a technical descent in a sudden, …
I’ve sat on many a damp ridge watching a group of “prepared” hikers realize that their expensive, lightweight gadgets are useless when the wind is …
I’ve spent twenty-two years watching people make the same mistake: they walk into a shop, see a shiny new shell with a high-tech Gore-Tex rating, …
I remember sitting in a damp tent in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a group of hikers stare despondently at a dead GPS unit …
I’ve spent more than a decade watching the weather turn on a dime, usually while standing on a ridge with a group of people who …
I remember a night in the Cairngorms, about ten years ago, where the wind wasn’t just blowing; it was screaming through the heather. I was …