The Outside Round
It was a dark and stormy night, and, shambling through the peak district hills came a band of runners. Denizens of Alpkit and Outside, ambassadors from kit and clothing makers. From the doors of the shop, for many an hour…
Run your shoe size, not your age … (pt 2)
A work in progress. Well, more play than work, and in several parts … This being part two, part one is here. A Prologue “I was quite badly injured the last half of 2016 and a good chunk of 2017,…
Race Day
Summer’s here, and with it comes fell racing season. All over the north bunches of enthusiasts scamper updownroundacross rough ground. Very often on a midweek evening after work, then both days at the weekend. None of these events can work…
Notes Made Whilst… away in memory: 11 August 2020
Notes made whilst away in memory: 11 August 2020. ~ an old photo, January on Kinder ~ the quietness of cold fog ~ alone ~ an isolation not imposed but freely chosen ~ running easily within a moving twenty metre…
Run your shoe size, not your age … (pt 1)
A work in progress. Well, more play than work, and in several parts … … this being part one. An old piece found lurking on my Mac, an idea, … “As it’s ‘that’ time of year(surely the new year really…
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…
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…
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…
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…
The Ridge, To Hope
spacer Car park; drop off, jump out; car door, shut. Wave K off, now; Run Mam Tor steps steep past scowling tourists. Quick, tap summit view guide then skedaddle fell shoes scarting on crumbling paving slabs where grass once grew.…