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 …
Fires: Where They Are Allowed and How to Do It Properly


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 …

I remember sitting in a low-profile kayak on a glass-calm loch three years ago, watching an osprey dive just twenty yards away. The silence was …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a client realize their “waterproof” shell was actually acting like a sponge. …

I once spent four hours in a freezing, sodden hollow on the edge of the Lake District, watching a group of very bright, very capable …

I once watched a group of hikers freeze on a ridge in the Cairngorms because they’d bought a “top-rated” hardshell that was essentially just a …

I remember standing in a sodden, wind-whipped glen in the Cairngorms three years ago, trying to pitch a tent while a group of hikers twenty …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms back in 2014, watching a group of otherwise capable hikers stare blankly at their phones because …

I’ve spent more hours than I care to admit standing on a sodden ridge, shivering in a gale, waiting for a peregrine to break cover, …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a client try to fight off the onset of hypothermia with a …

I spent three hours last Tuesday crouched in a muddy bank near the River Dee, shivering in a damp wind, only to watch a group …