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"
One of those grim grey Saturdays in April where it lashed it down all day but suddenly brightened up an hour before sunset. Just enough to time to head north and meander up and down Mam Tor against a freezing wind to the find the season’s last patches of snow to hurl at each other. The best […]Read more "The lengths we’ll go to for a snowball fight"
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"
There’s been no posts here for a while, mainly because the boys and I made the most of a long hot summer getting out and about. A few solo backpacking trips were squeezed in here and there, not too mention some excessively sunny miles on the bike and the odd fell race as well, but more […]Read more "Summer Holidays: campfires, fossils and forests"
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…"
It was cold and bright Saturday in late November….. so we decided to walk up a hill… Whilst we stopped and sat on to some rocks to refuel on bags of sweets a mountain rescue helicopter buzzed back and forth. We scrambled up a rocky outcrop and rested amongst the gritstone […]Read more "A Sunset and Picnic for the Mountain Goats"
“Heading for a quick wild camp if you’re up for it” read the message from James late on Wednesday evening, I’d already checked the weather and had seen that a brief 24 hour window of sunshine and clear skies were forecast between the torrential downpours that seemed to be flooding the entire country. A high […]Read more "How to make it snow inside your tent…"