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"
There’s definite advantages to being impulsive and having a spontaneous streak running through you. For example, a recent weekend mountain forecast promising clear skies after a heavy snowfall prompted cancelling all plans, packing a bag the night before and setting an alarm for 5am. There’s excitement and adventure in the unpredictability of it all, not […]Read more "The Mountains are Calling and I……..forgot my camera"
28km with 2986m ascent over 3 days The last trip to Snowdonia was about six months ago just before solstice, three long days walking alone in the lush green valleys and along an empty Nantlle ridge with a light pack in perfect weather, endless sunshine with an occasional warm breeze, the June light lasted long enough […]Read more "Blizzards, Spindrifts and a Frozen Beard: A Winter Backpack in Carneddau"
Seeing as the festive period is a time when you are widely encouraged to indulge yourself, it made sense to spend some time doing what I love. This was my first ever christmas away from the boys and although I’d had numerous offers from friends and family to spend the day with them, wherever I […]Read more "“let it snow, let it snow, let it snow”"
Total distance 46km with 2701m ascended Inshriach Forest was a pure vision of autumn, the deciduous conifers had turned golden against their evergreen neighbours and red squirrels darted back and forth across the track and up into the canopies. There was a thick course of moss growing up the centre of the road leading out from Feshiebridge, […]Read more "Frozen Tents and Ptarmigans: a wintry backpack around the cairngorms"
It wasn’t looking good. Obsessively checking MWIS all day and every day did very little to physically shift the forecast from heavy rain and 100mph winds and looking generally grim all over, the uninviting Met Office mountain forecast actually used the word ‘abysmal’ to describe the level of visibility expected in Cumbria on the coming Monday. […]Read more "A Snowy Kentmere Horseshoe"
It was cold and bright Saturday in late November….. so we decided to walk up a hill… Whilst we stopped and sat on to some rocks to refuel on bags of sweets a mountain rescue helicopter buzzed back and forth. We scrambled up a rocky outcrop and rested amongst the gritstone […]Read more "A Sunset and Picnic for the Mountain Goats"