The holidays were fast drawing to a close, school and September were looming and we still hadn’t arranged any kind of a holiday. Buying a house that (still) needs rewiring and a new boiler whilst living off one income has meant luxuries like holidays have had to take a rain check for the time being. […]Read more "The young man goes up the old man with his old man"
28km with 2986m ascent over 3 days The last trip to Snowdonia was about six months ago just before solstice, three long days walking alone in the lush green valleys and along an empty Nantlle ridge with a light pack in perfect weather, endless sunshine with an occasional warm breeze, the June light lasted long enough […]Read more "Blizzards, Spindrifts and a Frozen Beard: A Winter Backpack in Carneddau"
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"
Total distance: just over 8 miles Total bags of Haribo eaten: just over 3 I’ve wanted to take Toby out backpacking ever since he took his first few steps, so a proper trip into the heart of the Lake District to wander up into the hills and spend a night under the stars had been several years […]Read more "Backpacking with an eight year old: a little further, a little higher, for a little longer"
Total Distance 49.3km Height Ascended 5017m Sunday began with a small mountain of fathers day pancakes, the main course of a breakfast date with the wee mountain goats and their mum, but there’s only so much fried batter and maple syrup a man can consume. So with a light pack and some blocked arteries it made […]Read more "A Snowdonia Solstice Backpack"
Regardless from which side you look at it, whether from a great distance or at close range, An Teallach (‘the forge’) is a formidable sight. The jagged pinnacles of Corrag Bhuide appear like black shattered teeth protruding into the sky, so sharp and pointed that it’s easy to imagine cutting yourself at the summit whilst the ridges look to […]Read more "An Afternoon Scramble on An Teallach"
Home for the next few days was the Fisherfield Forest, a great wilderness in the far corner of the highlands between Loch Maree and Little Loch Broom, void of roads and signs of modern civilisation for miles in every direction. The summits of the Fannichs lay close by to the east, the sharpened tops of […]Read more "Why Rush: A backpack round Fisherfield"
It wasn’t looking good. Obsessively checking MWIS all day and every day did very little to physically shift the forecast from heavy rain and 100mph winds and looking generally grim all over, the uninviting Met Office mountain forecast actually used the word ‘abysmal’ to describe the level of visibility expected in Cumbria on the coming Monday. […]Read more "A Snowy Kentmere Horseshoe"
Back in November I thought I’d take a chance on my knackered ankle, it had been 5 weeks since it had popped whilst running over Bleaklow and the advice had been to rest up for about 6 weeks and do very little. I read between the lines of this sage medical advice and understood that the nurse […]Read more "Wandering the Misty Isle"