Camping

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, …

I remember a Tuesday in the Cairngorms, mid-November, when the sleet was coming in sideways and my bladder felt like it was about to give …

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 …