I remember a Tuesday in late October, somewhere on the edge of the Cairngorms, when the wind wasn’t just blowing—it was screaming through the heather, …
Descent Hurts More People Than Ascent


I remember a Tuesday in late October, somewhere on the edge of the Cairngorms, when the wind wasn’t just blowing—it was screaming through the heather, …

I once spent forty minutes in a freezing downpour on a ridge in the Cairngorms, trying to stem a bleed from a client’s leg using …

I remember a Tuesday in the Cairngorms, mid-November, when the sleet was coming in sideways and my bladder felt like it was about to give …

I remember sitting on a granite outcrop in the Cairngorms back in 2012, watching a pair of peregrines circling a ledge through a veil of …

I’ve spent twenty-two years watching people pack for the mountains, and most of them are following the wrong kind of advice. You’ll see influencers pushing …

I remember a Tuesday in the Cairngorms, about six years ago, sitting in a sodden tent while the wind tried to peel the flysheet off. …

I remember a group I led back in 2014, halfway up a scree slope in the Cairngorms, when the leader decided he could “power through” …

I remember standing on a sodden ridge in the Cairngorms, watching a client stare at a perfectly clear stream with a look of pure, misguided …

I spent most of my nine years as a ranger standing perfectly still in freezing rain, not because I was waiting for a miracle, but …

I once spent four hours in a freezing downpour on the Cuillin ridge, trying to squeeze a frozen, half-empty hydration bladder through a tiny straw …