Camping

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, …

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 …