Camping

I remember sitting in a sodden tent three years ago, listening to the rhythmic slap of rain against a heavy-duty bivvy, realizing I had spent …

I remember a group I led in the Cairngorms about five years ago—a lovely, capable lot, but they were all fighting their gear. One lad, …

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen someone standing at a trailhead, looking perfectly geared up in brand-new, high-tech layers, only to start …

I remember a group I led back in 2014, somewhere on the edge of the Cairngorms, when the mist rolled in thick and the temperature …

I once spent four hours in a horizontal downpour on the Skiddaw ridge, watching a client struggle to find his waterproof shell because he’d shoved …

I once spent three hours in a sodden tent in the Cairngorms, trying to untangle a wet, shivering Labrador from a pile of expensive, “dog-specific” …

I remember standing in a sodden patch of grass in the Lake District, watching a family try to wrestle a high-tech, lightweight tent into the …

I remember sitting in a damp tent in the Cairngorms three years ago, listening to the relentless, rhythmic thwack of a heavy-duty fly swatter against …

I remember a night in the Cairngorms three years ago when the temperature didn’t drop a single degree after sunset. I was tucked into my …