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”"
A year bookended by long dark winter camps where frost coated the tent and hot drinks were made on repeat for the sole purpose of staying warm. As the months passed and the days grew longer and warmer endless summer days were spent backpacking; travelling light, walking till sundown and setting off again at dawn. All in […]Read more "2014: a year outside"