• Recipes

    Recipe: Soda Farl

    A simple yeast free bread, quick to make and eat.  Like most bread, it’s best eaten slightly warm, but it toasts well next day too.  I’ve made it with a range of flours, from a basic self raising white (leave…

  • 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…

  • Running

    Sponsorship and influence

    (TL:DR I’m not sponsored, nor am I ever likely to be)  A short, slightly ranty, explainer piece, to clear up a misconception, and a couple of snide, trollish* digs.  Digs about my status as a punter who’s somehow become a…

  • Running,  Running Kit

    In My Bag: Midsummer Day Dawdles

    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. The links are to help you find things you might like; I’d always…

  • Climbing Writing,  Writing

    Playtime

    The bus has stopstarted out from Sheffield to Fox House.  The stopstarting shlep from Fox House, sweatily burdened under bouldering pads and bag full of shoes and food is finished.   Time to climb.   But maybe coffee and a teacake in this…

  • Climbing Writing,  Writing

    The Grit

    “Millstone Grit; coarse-grained carboniferous sandstones – gritstone specifically refers to such rocks in the Pennine areas of Northern England – the gritstone edges and boulders of the Peak District provide one of the world’s classic climbing areas.” Yes, yes they…

  • Running Kit

    In My Bag: First Aid

    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.  Why carry a first aid kit?   Well, habit for one.  And…

  • Ghost Story Writing,  Running Writing,  Writing

    Solstice

    spacer Northern winter; at the turning of the year.  At the turning of nature’s year, not the turning of our human year.  Mistchill and windwhip swirl around the fell and valley blurring sound and sight.  Reminders this place of aeons…