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 …
Building a Platform and Anchoring in Snow


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 a Tuesday in late November, standing on a sodden, featureless ridge in the Cairngorms, watching a client try to use a cheap, plastic …

I once spent four hours crouched in a damp gorse thicket near the Cairngorms, waiting for a single pine marten, only to realize my “high-tech” …

I’ve spent two decades watching people mistake a sunny morning in the valley for a guarantee of safety, and adding a dog to the equation …

I once spent four hours sitting in a damp hollow on a ridge in the Cairngorms, watching a group of “prepared” soloists try to negotiate …

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 Tuesday in the Cairngorms back in 2014—the kind of day where the mist doesn’t just roll in, it swallows you whole. I …

I was standing on a frost-slicked ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, my fingers so numb I could barely operate my binoculars, watching a …

I remember a group of walkers back in the Cairngorms, three years ago, standing on the edge of a swollen burn. They were staring at …

I was standing on a scree slope in the Lake District three years ago, watching a well-meaning hiker scramble to untangle a high-tech, retractable leash …