I once spent four hours in a freezing downpour on the Cuillin ridge, trying to squeeze a frozen, half-empty hydration bladder through a tiny straw …
Bottle or Bladder: Convenience Versus Reliability


I once spent four hours in a freezing downpour on the Cuillin ridge, trying to squeeze a frozen, half-empty hydration bladder through a tiny straw …

I remember standing on a scree slope in the Cairngorms, teeth chattering and visibility down to ten metres, watching a group of hikers stare blankly …

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’ve sat in too many damp tents listening to the rhythmic, miserable whimpering of people who thought they could “tough out” a hot spot. There …

I remember sitting in a sodden bivvy bag three years ago, watching a client try to follow a laminated “emergency checklist” while the wind stripped …

I was standing on a damp, wind-scoured ridge in the Cairngorms last October when I watched a group of well-meaning hikers strip a patch of …

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’ve spent twenty-two years watching people buy “emergency” kits that are little more than glorified sticker collections, all while ignoring the actual mechanics of a …

I once watched a group of walkers, all well-equipped with expensive shells and proper boots, nearly walk right off a scree slope because they were …

I’ve seen enough people standing on a ridge in the Lake District, staring at a descent they can’t finish because their feet have turned into …