Camping

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 …

I remember sitting in a bivvy bag somewhere near the Cairngorm plateau in 2012, listening to the wind scream against the flysheet and realizing I’d …

I remember sitting in a bivvy bag three years ago on a ridge in the Cairngorms, listening to the wind try to peel the flysheet …

I remember a week in the Cairngorms back in 2014, caught in a three-day stint of relentless, horizontal sleet that turned everything into a grey, …