It all started off innocently enough, ambling through a quiet Kinlochleven on a damp grey Saturday to begin a four day backpack around the Mamores at the tail end of Winter. The town was deserted and smelt like woodsmoke, the only people I did see were nipping out to the shops and back home to warm fires. In the forest surrounding […]Read more "The Mamores: The Mountains that stole my trousers"
37km over a day and a half In an attempt to save a few hours I drove up to Northumberland after finishing work at 3pm on a Saturday afternoon in early October. The rationale being that I could park up somewhere quiet and sleep in the car and make an early start on Sunday morning. […]Read more "Bottomless bogs and barn owls: A backpack in the Cheviots"
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"
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"
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"
For no particular reason the Yorkshire Dales has been an area that has been frequently passed through but seldom visited over the last few years. A warm weekend just before solstice gave a perfect opportunity to make up for lost time by spending some long summer hot days wandering North Yorkshire and spending the shortest nights of the year […]Read more "A summer backpack round yorkshire"
November 2013: Saturday night had been stretched well into the small hours of Sunday morning celebrating a good friend’s wedding in Liverpool, knowing that my body clock doesn’t allow for lay ins I’d chucked a pack in the back of the car and planned an early getaway driving north to Cumbria and sleeping on a […]Read more "Glaramara in the Mist"
In between lots of massive life changes, moving house, working full time and being a dad…..here’s what I managed to get up to in 2013, thanks for taking the time to visit and I hope the new year brings you whatever you wish for. And a special thank you to all my friends and family […]Read more "2013: twelve months of wandering about and sleeping on hilltops…"