Camping

I remember standing on a sodden ridge in the Cairngorms, watching a client stare at a perfectly clear stream with a look of pure, misguided …

I once spent a night in the Cairngorms listening to the rhythmic, heavy breathing of a pine marten that had decided my boot bag was …

I once spent three days in the Cairngorms during a late September freeze, watching a group of well-meaning hikers slowly lose their morale because they …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms back in 2014, my fingers so numb I could barely feel the threading on my stove, …

I remember sitting in a sodden tent in the Cairngorms, shivering in a four-season sleeping bag that was doing nothing to stop the chill, staring …

I once watched a group of well-meaning hikers spend forty minutes trying to assemble a titanium gourmet kitchen set while a low cloud bank was …

I was halfway up a scree slope in the Cairngorms, the wind coming in sharp, freezing gusts that felt like they were stripping the skin …

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