Camping

I’ve spent more nights than I can count sitting by a dying ember, staring at a charred, unidentifiable mass that was supposed to be dinner. …

I’ve spent twenty-two years watching people walk into the treeline with a thousand pounds of shiny, high-tech kit they clearly read about in a glossy …

I remember a Tuesday in late October, somewhere in the Cairngorms, when the wind was coming off the plateau with enough force to strip the …

I spent most of my twenties watching well-meaning hikers walk into a mountain gear shop and walk out three thousand pounds lighter in the wallet, …

I remember a group I led back in 2014, a couple of bright-eyed lads who had spent a small fortune on the latest ultralight titanium …

I remember a night in the Cairngorms back in 2014, huddled in a tent that had become a damp, heavy-duty sponge because I’d misjudged the …

I remember a night on the Scafell Pike ridge back in 2014—the kind of night where the wind doesn’t just blow, it punches you. I …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a group of hikers struggle to pitch a heavy, two-person dome tent …

I spent twenty minutes last week watching a well-meaning group stare at a brand-new, high-tech ultralight tent that was currently being shredded by a sudden …