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…
Project Notes: Besides The Seaside
“Besides The Seaside” is an ongoing body of work glancing at our sometimes complex relationship with the coast. Why “besides” not ‘beside”? Well, it’s quite a long story. With a little serendipity. The project started life years ago as “Coast”. …
Notes made Whilst … An Introduction
For a while now I’ve been posting short vignettes on my Instagram and Twitter. A single image and jotted down streams of awareness notes always starting “Notes made whilst …”. Usually, though not always these are nature or landscape based.…
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…
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…
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…
Spring: run
A prologue, of sorts. In these interesting times, a vignette of memory from a couple of years ago. It would be wonderful to be as full of love and laughter as those two ladies who shared a good few years…
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…