I once spent three hours in a damp valley near the Cairngorms, listening to the rhythmic, heavy tearing of nylon, only to realize a badger …
The Difference Between a Quiet Night and a Midnight Visitor: the Best Ways to Store Food Away From Animals.


I once spent three hours in a damp valley near the Cairngorms, listening to the rhythmic, heavy tearing of nylon, only to realize a badger …

I’ve spent enough time on the hills to know that most “complete guide to lightweight backpacking” articles are just glorified shopping lists designed to make …

I’ve spent twenty-two years watching people mistake “wild” for “careless,” and nothing irritates me more than seeing a scorched patch of earth left behind because …

I remember standing on a sodden ridge in the Cairngorms, watching a group of “enthusiastic” hikers try to navigate a scree slope in heavy, leather …

I remember a group in the Cairngorms back in 2014—mist rolling in thick as wool, visibility dropping to five meters, and the group leader staring …

I remember standing on a scree slope in the Cairngorms, the wind cutting through my layers, watching a golden eagle circle a crag. A group …

I once spent four hours in a sodden valley near the Cairngorms, trying to find a specific emergency shelter that had been buried under a …

I remember a group I led back in 2014—a lovely, keen lot—who had spent a small fortune on the flashiest, lightest ultralight boots you could …

I was halfway through a frozen granola bar in the Cairngorms, listening to the rhythmic thwack-thwack of my client’s head hitting the tent pole every …

I was halfway up a scramble in the Cairngorms last October, soaked to the bone and shivering, when the seam on my “ultra-light” waterproof jacket …