Exploring and learning while out on outdoor adventures.
“You might be the only person who asks if they’re OK and really listens.”That single line from Mountain Training’s new Leader Responsibilities e-learning course hit me harder than I expected. As someone who lives and breathes outdoor adventure, I’ve always focused on safety, planning, navigation, leadership. But this reminder about emotional trust. It’s not a side note. It’s …
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Easter often marks a time for new starts, although for us it’s also become a season of gentle returns. Two years ago, we explored a different stretch of the Pembrokeshire, tracing sea cliffs and coves further north. This year, we returned to Pembrokeshire southern coastline, a place I hadn’t visited in nearly two decades. The …
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I remember that morning well. It was the tail end of 1997, and the excitement of heading to the National Indoor Arena (NIA) for Climb 97 was enough to get me out of bed in a flash. I was staying overnight at my friend’s place in Derbyshire, and we had planned an early start. After …
With some big walking trips on the horizon, we were keen to get a long hike under our belts. Something to get the legs moving and the feet re-acquainted with distance. I’d had a linear walk in mind for a while and there’s something especially satisfying about linking landscapes with public transport, letting the route …
Continue reading “Walking the Peaks from Edale to Chesterfield”
An evening escape from everyday life can be every bit as rejuvenating as a full weekend away, if you know where to find it. For me, that meant a post-work dash to catch the train to Edale, then scrambling up Crowden Clough on Kinder Scout beneath a sky that would soon fill with stars. I …
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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 …
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