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Grindsbrook, high summer.

“… west then, along the easy ground of Kinder’s southern rim.  Running into a lazy westerly that’s bare keeping the swelter in check.  Wooly bear caterpillars, their wigglesquiggle shuffle supercharged by the heat have me mincing, not running.

At Grindsbrook’s right hand branch the hoped for drenching and cooling — not today Si, not today.  Today it’s a bone dry gritstone bed, scant few still small pools lingering in shaded hollows and a faint dampness where a me high waterfall should be. …”

  • Reviews,  Running,  Running Kit,  Running Kit Reviews

    Review: Moonlight Bright As Day 800 headtorch

    September 8, 2026 /
    A colour landscape photograph. A nighttime open silver birch wood, behind it a rock wall covered in pale grey lichens. Illuminated by my torch beam the lichen patterns resemble the dazzle ship camouflage used in world war one.

    For avoidance of doubt.  I purchased this Moonlight Bright As Day 800 Endurance Pack from UK distributors Beta Outdoor at a significant discount.  There was no expectation of review and Beta have had no input into this review other than fact checking. A headlamp review?  Might be good timing, nights are visibly drawing in and there’s only a handful of weeks to The OMM*. It’s the time of year when, in the hopefully cooler conditions, a runner’s fancy maybe turns to long rounds.  Time of year too when weather reports are scrutinised for winter climbing trips.  You’re going to need a torch for those, one that’s easy to use, and…

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  • 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.
    Landscape Writing,  Running Writing,  Writing

    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…

  • A colour photograph. Looking out of a suburban kitchen window towards a cloud filled dawn sky, the horizon glows orange. The window holds reflections of the kitchen, pastries, coffee, the debris of an early breakfast. It is the beginning of autumn.
    Nature Writing,  Of A Year In The Fells,  Running Writing,  Writing

    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,…

  • 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 section of a mind map plan for a long run. There are fout branches from the central point, one red for kit, one green for timings, oneblue for food, one black for communication with my support team.
    Landscape Writing,  Nature Writing,  Running Writing,  Writing

    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…

  • A monochrome landscape photograph. A large rocky corrie looms at the head of a lake district valley. Clouds fill a darkening sky above it, in early April the very last vestiges of winter’s blizzards linger on the shaded corrie lip. In full winter conditions, there’s good ice climbing and very steep skiing to be found here. Now it’s a haven for buzzards and ravens and rare plants.
    Of A Year In The Fells,  Running,  Running Writing,  Writing

    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…

  • 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…

  • A wooden table. on it an cup of espresso, a glass of water. Also, a small plushie reindeer, Bun by name, three fountain pens, blue, black, turquoise, and an open notebook with a draft article in it. I write in black, correct in turquoise and add notes in blue.
    Landscape Writing,  Of A Year In The Fells,  Running Writing,  Writing

    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…

  • A panoramic photograph on Stanage Edge. A moorland bog pool reflects a clear blue spring sky. A long line of crags stretch away in the background.
    Landscape Writing,  Nature Writing,  Running Writing,  Writing

    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…

  • Between two rugged peak district stone gateposts a tired old scaffold pipe gate hangs. On it the broken remains of a sign which once read "Please keep out", the last word has long vanished
    Landscape Writing,  Nature Writing,  Photography,  Writing

    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…

  • 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…

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