A Night on Kinder: A 5-to-9 Microadventure

I hopped off the train at Edale, knowing I had just enough daylight left to tackle the tricky part of tonight’s plan. My rucksack felt reassuringly light: just a bivvy bag, a sleeping bag, a mat, a toothbrush and a flask of hot tea along with a few sandwiches. It was going to be a …

Taming the Moelwyns: A Winter Wild-Camp with Dad

21–22 February 1998: It’s a trip I’ll never forget. My first true foray into winter wild camping. I was nineteen, fresh from the routines of university life, feeling equal parts eager and apprehensive. My father, always keen to explore Snowdonia’s quieter corners, chose the Moelwyn range. A region steeped in industrial heritage and overshadowed by …