January days are short and cold. I got out a couple of times, both much needed, the second time was the better trip, starting with an amble up Glen Auchreoch, a sheltered spot under a tree beside the burn, which froze over in the night under the watchful gaze of a night sky brim full…

A weekend scrambling in Snowdonia National Park The beginning of October saw an impromptu gathering at a small campsite at the edge of Snowdonia NP, complete with a roaring log bucket BBQ fire, falling darkness and freshly caught beer from the stream heralded the start of another weekend full of good craic, bad jokes and…

I’m back in the hills again – almost two full weekends in two months, I really had forgotten how good it feels to be up high, constantly moving, surrounded by wind, clouds and rain. Come to think of it, my last proper time in the hills was the beginning of January, the odd packraft trip…