Camping

I was halfway through a frozen granola bar in the Cairngorms, listening to the rhythmic thwack-thwack of my client’s head hitting the tent pole every …

I remember sitting in a damp tent in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a group of hikers stare despondently at a dead GPS unit …

I’ve spent more than a decade watching the weather turn on a dime, usually while standing on a ridge with a group of people who …

I remember a night in the Cairngorms, about ten years ago, where the wind wasn’t just blowing; it was screaming through the heather. I was …

I remember standing in a sodden, wind-whipped glen in the Cairngorms three years ago, trying to pitch a tent while a group of hikers twenty …

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 …

I remember a Tuesday in the Cairngorms, about six years ago, standing in a horizontal downpour that felt more like being hit by a pressure …

I remember a Tuesday in the Cairngorms, mid-November, when the light didn’t just fade—it vanished. I was leading a group of six, and we were …

I once watched a family of four try to pitch a high-end, lightweight tent on a patch of ground that looked like a lush meadow …