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Peatland marches are a different kind of wet. It's not just rain that reaches you — it's the slow, cold soak from peat bogs, the spray from tussocks, the constant humidity that traps heat and keeps you damp long after the shower. Over the years...
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There’s a particular anxiety that comes with a long peatland march: the slow, insistent damp that works its way through socks, collars and morale. Over the years I’ve learned that staying dry on a multi-day peatland route isn’t just a matter...
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Why trekking poles matter on wet heather and muddy ridgelinesI've spent a lot of time moving through the edges of Britain — damp peat hags, coastal heather and narrow, boggy ridges — and one thing is consistent: when the ground turns slick, your...
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On the exposed border ridges where peat tussocks meet short, wet grass and a thin crust of ice, footwear and traction choices can make the difference between a steady, enjoyable walk and a long, nervous shuffle. Over years of routes along...
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When I started playing padel, I quickly realised that choosing the best padel racket is as important as choosing the right pair of boots for a mountain walk: the wrong tool changes everything about how the game feels, how confident you are on the...
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When you spend as much time on Britain's wild edges as I do, the question of what to carry for an emergency bivvy moves from theoretical to essential. Wet border hikes—sea-swept cliffs, peat-drenched moorland, and drizzle-prone coastal...
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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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