Another night, another run out to the dark peak. The Saturday nearest to solstice was warm and cloudy and gave no need to pack any more than the bare essentials; in this case a sleeping bag with a bivi, a new light airbed, a head torch, some instant coffee, pasta, a pot and a meths stove. […]Read more "ten miles in, ten miles out"
Whilst the light has been long, time has been short. About a month ago there were just hours to make for the national park on the doorstep to run with a light pack till its too dark to carry on, spend the night in a bivi and run back at dawn. I packed light so all […]Read more "Running on the moors and sleeping in a bag"
A night camped out on the lonely grassy moors around Bleaklow almost feels like returning home after a longer trip. Having nearly dried out from a spectacular backpack in the northwest highlands a few weeks had passed, which is just long enough for itchy feet to be setting in, a simple night on the hills was needed. Only an hour away by […]Read more "Something simple"
A late Sunday evening was spent slowly ambling across Broomhead Moor through a wild landscape carpeted with thick coarse heather, soft tussocks and tall oat grass. With no real plans I’d set off so late that the sun was already beginning to begin its journey to meet the horizon, it was about six miles across rough […]Read more "Sleeping out under the giant moon"
When the school announced a strike on Thursday we decided to express our unconditional support for better pay and conditions for teachers by heading up to the peaks for a 7.5 mile wander. Starting from Hope we took a path up to Lose Hill for a picnic in the sunshine before heading the ridge to Back Tor and Hollins Cross before […]Read more "Schools out"
An overnight trip to one of the quieter corners of the peak district with virtually no route planning, a fairly light pack and little more than an hours drive was a good reminder of the pleasure to be found in enjoying the simpler things in life. All we had planned was a few miles walk to an […]Read more "Less is more…"
We nearly didn’t bother going, it was getting late on a Sunday afternoon, it was cold out and looked a little cloudy and the idea of sticking a good film on, lighting the fire and staying cosy was winning the battle against ambivalence. They both had school the next day and I was back at […]Read more "The Giant Black Bird Cloud"