I was crouched in a freezing stream near the Mamores, shivering in a damp mid-layer, trying to scrape charred porridge out of a titanium pot …
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 …
Stop wasting your money on those “all-in-one” designer bird feeding stations that look more like garden sculptures than actual habitat. I’ve spent twenty-two years watching …
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 …
I remember standing in a peat bog outside of Glencoe, waist-deep in freezing slush, staring at a series of impressions that looked like nothing more …