Borderhike Co / Gear
I’ve spent enough days slogging across Scottish blanket bog, lowland peat haggs and wet coastal fringes to know that choosing the right lightweight waterproof can make or break a day on the borderlands. You don’t want to carry a heavy coat that...
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Peatland walking is a different animal. It’s wet from below and often wet from above, with long tussocky stretches, hidden drains and a weather system that likes to change its mind every hour. I've spent week-long trips across British peat bogs...
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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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