- BECAUSE THEY'RE THERE is about climbing mountains – nothing else. Well, actually, there are one or two other things. But it's mostly about climbing mountains. And fish and chips. And politics. And doing a bit of fell running. And wondering where the hell your life's gone – and where it might be going next. And cooking kippers in a wet tent. And people you bump into who do similar things. Actually, that last one doesn't happen very often . . .
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BLOWN on a thin wind around a corner from the Barbican tube station past a private park surrounded by private railings to a place where knights once jousted on a meadow called the Smooth Field – which was situated just … Continue reading
A man needs sustenance in the mountains. There is nothing finer than a Scotch pie . . . Continue reading
A clifftop path through some of the most spectacular coastal scenery in the world . . . Continue reading
ON the crest of a wet and desolate Cam Bealach, as rain streams in from the north, a desperate man wanders through the mire . . . Continue reading
Mountain climbed, you need good food to finish the day . . . Continue reading
YOU think you know your parents. You presume that, after a lifetime of familiarity and togetherness, their lives, their characters and their pasts are so utterly immovable and unchangeable that they might as well be cast in stone. Then one … Continue reading
Eric Pickles and an empty billy can spoil an otherwise flawless day on the fells above Haweswater . . . Continue reading
A POOL of blue light, a hiss of flames, and the warming steam from hot tea as night closes in and swallows the mountains. Ah, this is the best part of the day. A wintry breeze blows cracked leaves through … Continue reading
BEN Klibreck disappears from the rear-view mirror and sinks below the horizon. But the great, isolated pyramid of rock, upon which I stood only a few hours earlier and gazed out upon unknown mountains, looms tall and fresh in the … Continue reading
GOD, the fat lip. The throbbing, grotesquely swollen lip. The price is being paid. One moment of carelessness under a dark Scottish sky while rummaging in the back of the car for a can of beer. And how many times … Continue reading
THERE’S a knack to reading a map in the Lake District. It’s important not to convey the impression you are momentarily lost or, worse, absolutely and totally lost. You should unfold the map in a manner that does not suggest … Continue reading
LOCH Mullardoch is not the prettiest expanse of water. It is held back by a concrete dam. And this morning there is a ferocious wind gusting over the parapet, choppy grey waters and a heavy sky.