For Rufus’ first proper backpack we kept the route short and the plan simple; an amble and a scramble up and over the knobbled summit of Causey Pike following the ridge to Sail before dropping down to the valley to camp. It was a still and balmy afternoon in late September, warm enough to make the ascent […]Read more "Small steps…"
We left the car just outside of the deserted hamlet of Bowscale on a baking hot June afternoon, both of us smothered in sun cream and each carrying a pack for the night. Initially we counted our blessings for the idyllic summer conditions; pale blue skies framing fells carpeted with lush greens and yellows, there was also the promise of some […]Read more "missing the summit not missing the point"
Just a quick post to say that Rufus and I can be found among the pages of the latest copy of The Great Outdoors in a feature called ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ that tells a story of his first backpacking adventure, a walk and a wild camp in the north western fells undertaken last […]Read more "The Great Outdoors"
There’s definite advantages to being impulsive and having a spontaneous streak running through you. For example, a recent weekend mountain forecast promising clear skies after a heavy snowfall prompted cancelling all plans, packing a bag the night before and setting an alarm for 5am. There’s excitement and adventure in the unpredictability of it all, not […]Read more "The Mountains are Calling and I……..forgot my camera"
A few weeks ago I received an unexpected phonecall from my friend/landlady, it was only a five minute conversation but the upshot was that I needed to quickly find a new place for me and the boys (and our cat) to live. This wasn’t great news, over the last eighteen months the house we’d been renting had become […]Read more "A Life Aquatic: Packrafting in Cumbria"
Seeing as the festive period is a time when you are widely encouraged to indulge yourself, it made sense to spend some time doing what I love. This was my first ever christmas away from the boys and although I’d had numerous offers from friends and family to spend the day with them, wherever I […]Read more "“let it snow, let it snow, let it snow”"
Heading north to the lakes on a sunny bank holiday weekend might sound like anathema for anyone hoping to find a little open space on the hills, a plan to head up to the borders for a backpack in the Cheviots for a few days was shelved due to a lack of time so I headed […]Read more "Avoiding the Bank Holiday Crowds in Cumbria"