A Blessing of Memory
It’s near my beloved late dad’s birthday, for some reason this memory cropped up. It was a strange feeling, a feeling of loss, and relief at his death. Much to some people’s chagrin, not grief. He’d been increasingly physically infirm for a decade or more and dementia was starting to fade him too. In short, his death was something I’d prepared for. But still, memories. Near two years ago as I write, a day curtailed in chaos; in the midst of that chaos, a window. The space for an unexpected journey. Run out up the Porter to Mickleden Beck, then back over the top to Langsett. Once this was intimately…
A feeling of change
Not quite September 2026 — In this last week of August a feeling of autumn hangs in the air. Cool mornings, the longed for rain greening the moors again. In a short handful of weeks the autumn equinox will turn,…
In My Bag: Midsummer Day Dawdles 2026
One of a short series of pieces, looking at what I carry/use on solo, self-supported jaunts. Though I hope folk find something helpful here, it’s just geekery really. An update post, things having changed quite a lot. I’m now type…
A Long Run On a Short Night, 2025
For many years, I’d had a tradition of somehow seeing in the old seasons out amongst fell or forest. Last year, after some serious health issues, I was well enough again to run through the solstice night into autumn’s first…
Of a year in the fells:3
Slowly plugging away at my book project about a year running in the fells. As ever, the running and nature bit is mostly easy; the writing about it — yeah, still mostly not so much. One of my target runs…
review: Injinji Socks
This product is distributed by Beta Outdoor Sports. Through long friendships with the team I receive a significant discount on purchases and access to test kit. I have not been paid for this review and other than answering technical questions…
Of A year in the fells: 2
subtitle: On My Writing, On My Disability A little wip update on my book project following a year of fell running in the English Peak and Lake districts. The book is still not going to be titled “The fell…
Through A Summer Morning
As winter has faded into memory and summer is beginning to emerge from spring, a strand of memory from such a time some while ago. A memory of running through an early morning as spring was easing into summer… An…
After the closure
A picture can paint a thousand words, or so the phrase says. Perhaps so. On a long office day, editing my back catalogue, a 5×4 slide starts talking about memories. In 2001 my world, like many other people’s, was…
In My Bag: First Aid Kit(s)
Why carry a first aid kit? Well, habit for one. And more sensibly if I get injured, I can maybe fix it and get on with my trip, or self rescue. I’m not of the macho persuasion that says…
The Wild Edges
Edgelands, those transitional, liminal spaces nestling in and around the edges and cracks of our constructed world. Spaces existing as an essential boundary condition of industrial and especially post-industrial urbanisation. Sometimes these edgelands can be crossed in a stride or…










