I remember a night in the Cairngorms back in 2012, huddled in a tent that felt more like a damp shroud than a shelter. I’d …
Sleeping Properly in a Tent, Eventually


I remember a night in the Cairngorms back in 2012, huddled in a tent that felt more like a damp shroud than a shelter. I’d …

I was halfway up a scree slope in the Cairngorms last October, wind coming in gusts that would make you reconsider your life choices, when …

I was standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms last October, soaked to the bone and shivering in a jacket that had finally given up …

I’ve spent twenty-two years watching people make the mistake of thinking a head torch is just about chasing the highest lumen count on a shiny …

I once watched a group of hikers stand on a perfectly sunlit stretch of the Pembrokeshire coast, looking utterly lost because their “complete guide to …

I remember standing on a scree slope in the Cairngorms, the wind cutting through my shell, watching a golden eagle bank low over a ledge. …

I once spent six hours on a ridge in the Cairngorms, watching a group of otherwise capable hikers slowly descend into a state of shivering …

I remember a descent on the Scafell Pike ridge three years ago—mid-November, about 4:30 PM—when the light didn’t just fade, it vanished. One minute I …

I was standing on a granite ridge in the Lake District three years ago, watching a group of hikers try to “embrace the autumn colors” …

I remember sitting in the dust of a dry riverbed in Amboseli, watching a group of bulls drift away from the main line, and it …