Hiking

I once spent four hours in a bivvy bag on a ridge in the Cairngorms, listening to a group of “prepared” hikers argue about whether …

I spent most of my twenties watching people make the same mistake: they’d walk into an outdoor shop and walk out with five hundred pounds …

I remember sitting in a sodden bivvy bag near the Cairngorms, listening to the wind whip against the flysheet and watching a group of hikers …

I’ve spent more time watching people limp back to the trailhead in a state of quiet misery than I care to admit, and nine times …

I remember a Tuesday in late October, mid-way up a ridge in the Lake District, when a group I was leading decided that a cluster …

I remember standing in a sodden sheep pasture three years ago, staring at a hand-painted sign that effectively told me my presence was a crime, …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a group of perfectly geared-up hikers stare blankly at a darkening sky, …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms, watching a group of hikers stare blankly at a map while the sky turned the color …

I was standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a group of hikers huddle under a single, overpriced ultralight tarp while …