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, …
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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 a Tuesday in late October on the Cairngorms plateau, standing in a gale that felt less like wind and more like a physical …

I’ve spent twenty-two years watching people walk into the treeline with a thousand pounds of shiny, high-tech kit they clearly read about in a glossy …

I’ve spent more nights than I can count sitting by a dying ember, staring at a charred, unidentifiable mass that was supposed to be dinner. …

I remember a night in the Cairngorms, about twelve years ago, sitting in a damp bivvy bag while a heavy mist rolled in through the …

I once spent four hours in a bivvy bag on a ridge in the Cairngorms, listening to a group of “prepared” hikers argue about whether …

I spent most of my twenties watching people make the same mistake: they’d walk into an outdoor shop and walk out with five hundred pounds …

I remember a Tuesday in late October, standing on a rain-lashed ridge in the Cairngorms, watching a young hiker freeze mid-stride because a golden eagle …