I was standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a group of hikers huddle under a single, overpriced ultralight tarp while …
Preparing for Four Days on Your Feet


I was standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a group of hikers huddle under a single, overpriced ultralight tarp while …

I remember a night on the Scafell Pike ridge back in 2014—the kind of night where the wind doesn’t just blow, it punches you. I …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a group of hikers struggle to pitch a heavy, two-person dome tent …

I’ve spent twenty-two years watching people crumble on steep ascents, and most of them weren’t lacking “spirit”—they were just following the wrong advice. You don’t …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms back in 2012, watching a group of hikers argue about whether reintroducing predators was “unnatural” or …

I’ve spent twenty-two years watching people make the same mistake: they walk into a shop, see a shiny new gadget with a dozen unnecessary features, …

I spent fifteen years as a ranger watching people treat “nature” like a showroom display—everything manicured, everything sprayed, and absolutely nothing living. There is this …

I once spent three hours in a damp hollow on the edge of the Lake District, watching a group of “prepared” hikers realize that their …

I remember standing on a granite ridge in the Cairngorms back in 2012, watching a young hiker freeze, eyes wide, as a golden eagle drifted …

I was standing on a ridge in the Lake District three years ago, watching a group of hikers freeze because they’d read a glossy magazine …