I’m often asked on the path — usually by someone balancing a camera and a wind-blown jacket on a cliff-top — which lens they should bring for “dramatic cliff portraits.” There’s a deceptively simple short answer (bring what you can...
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When I set out for a day on Britain's wild edges I expect three seasons in a single walk: a wet morning, a bright but blustery afternoon, and a chilly, damp evening. Selecting layers for that unpredictability is part kit, part judgement. Over...
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I’ve learned the hard way that a long ridge walk is not the place to discover your phone battery is dead and your handheld GPS has been quietly draining itself all morning. Over years on Britain’s windswept edges I’ve settled into a routine of...
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Peatlands feel like a different world: broad, soft, often silent, with a strange buoyancy underfoot and an honesty about weather — what starts as a light drizzle can become a sodden, wind-lashed slog in minutes. I’ve spent countless days walking...
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I’ve stood on more than one exposed headland with a shredded tent fly or a rucksack strap dangling uselessly and that knot-in-the-stomach question — do I try to fix this here, or do I accept defeat and get off the hill? — is one I’ve learned...
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Every few miles on a long Borderhike route I find myself sinking into that soft, sodden world of heather and peat — boots disappearing, water seeping in from some cunning breach I didn't even notice. Choosing the right walking boots for wet...
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