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Aonach Beag and Ben Nevis, Alpine-style

A decade ago, my life was very different. I’d been living in Glen Coe for just over a year, working behind the bar at the Clachaig Inn, and I spent all my spare time writing, climbing and hillwalking. Looking back now, it hardly seems real. On the 10th of

Aonach Beag and Ben Nevis, Alpine-style
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A summer solstice bivouac amongst the dunes

Last night, for the first time since 1967, the summer solstice coincided with the rising of the strawberry moon. The skies had cleared after rain earlier in the day, so I packed my rucksack and headed for one of Lincolnshire’s wildest places. The sun was just beginning to set

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A night in the woods

Since childhood, the woods have felt like home to me. I’ve roamed through them, beneath canopies of trees that – conceptually – belong to one greater forest that no longer exists, but which once covered most of Britain. I’ve spent countless nights sleeping out in the woods. It’s an

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