• Landscape Writing,  Running Writing,  Writing

    A Blessing of Memory

    A monochrome landscape photograph. A moorland valley side, bracken covered. A narrow path runs through the bracken to a wind twisted tree on the skyline.

    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…

  • Looking over a bog pool high on the ridge above Watendlath in the lake district. On the horizon the fells of Maiden Moor, High Spy and further round the distant Gables and Buttermere fells. The weather is glorious late summer.
    Running,  Running Kit

    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 pair of bright blue socks folded in their cardboard packaging
    Reviews,  Running,  Running Kit,  Running Kit Reviews

    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…

  • On the paving beside a remote trig point, a runner's feet in bright red fell running shoes. The left ankle is rather more swollen than normal, thanks to a rock that decided to roll.
    Running,  Running Kit

    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…

  • A colour photograph made from a moving train. A short isolated section of canal, fringed with reed mace and phragmites, is penned in between a main road, rail line and trading estate. I regularly hosts heron, kingfisher and dragonflies.
    Nature Writing,  Writing

    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…