A summer trip to Sarek
In my day job, I do quite a bit of writing about fancy outdoor kit for WildBounds.com. They’re lovely to work for and it’s quite a fun gig, but the…
In my day job, I do quite a bit of writing about fancy outdoor kit for WildBounds.com. They’re lovely to work for and it’s quite a fun gig, but the…
In some ways we’ve come a long way since the 1930s, and in others we really haven’t. In case you missed it, next week a Dartmoor landowner is taking the…
Last week I escaped back out into the wide world with a trip to Fisherfield Forest in north-west Scotland. Not actually a forest at all, it’s a wide open area…
Back in April, my little mate Charlie dog trotted off into the great beyond. Considering he was a toy poodle who weighed 4.5 kilos and was shorter than a wellington…
‘If you make it to Conwy,’ promised a kindly publican with a tattoo of an Uzi submachine gun on her upper arm, ‘come back here and there’ll be a pint…
The last time I went winter walking in the mountains above Tromsø, I lost both my map and myself in the snow. It was 2009, and I’d left my editorial…
I’ve fluked some grand assignments in my time, but there’s nothing quite like writing about home. I moved up to North Yorkshire full-time three and a half years ago, but…
The Ramblers always give me the best jobs. First there was Bavaria, then the Dolomites, then Matt, the editor, got in touch asking if I might fancy going to the…
The reason we had trouble finding the entrance to our campsite was because you had to go through a working scrapyard. As you emerged from the piles of crumpled Mondeos…
A few months back I was lucky enough to be thrown a last-minute gig by Matt at walk magazine, writing about a week-long walking holiday in the Italian Dolomites. It…