I once spent three hours in a sodden valley in the Cairngorms, trying to explain to a group of increasingly miserable hikers why we couldn’t …
Storing a Tent Wet Is How Tents Die


I once spent three hours in a sodden valley in the Cairngorms, trying to explain to a group of increasingly miserable hikers why we couldn’t …

I once spent four hours huddled under a granite overhang in the Cairngorms, watching a group of very expensive, very optimistic hikers shiver uncontrollably because …

I remember sitting in a damp sedge bed three years ago, shivering in a high-tech, £300 “stealth tent” that had more zippers than a tailor’s …

I remember a Tuesday in late October, somewhere on the edge of the Cairngorms, when the mist turned into a relentless, sideways soak. I was …

I once watched a group of hikers sit shivering in a damp valley for three hours, clutching expensive binoculars and staring at a patch of …

I once watched a group of hikers spend three hours debating which high-tech, lightweight titanium stove was worth the extra fifty quid, only to spend …

I remember sitting in a sodden valley in the Cairngorms three years ago, listening to the rhythmic thwack of a poorly tensioned flysheet struggling against …

I can still smell the wet wool and the metallic tang of that first real sleet hit back in the Cairngorms—the kind that doesn’t just …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms back in 2012, teeth chattering and visibility dropping to about ten meters, watching a group of …

I remember a night in the Cairngorms back in 2014, huddled under a tarp in a relentless sleet storm, listening to the rhythmic, hollow thud-thud …