It quietly turns to blue hour. My legs are tired, there’s a small bubble of frustration deep in my chest at my lack of fitness, but my heart is happy for being out. To have headed out with a tiny camera and trail running packs and to have been rewarded with an evening like this.
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adventure photography in the pouring rain
I’m stoked, because for this shoot I got to pick my own models, and location. I’m planning to shoot up on Sharp Edge at golden hour, getting a wintry vibe on a summer-autumn morning.
Stressed | a bad start to our first trip in the van
I think for years I didn’t quite understand what it was like to be introverted yet often so energetic and sociable.
The diversity of outdoor voices
These last weeks, the conversation around diversity and representation has gotten louder and louder, with voices and perspectives and experiences making it into the mainstream.
Seeking discomfort from a solo wild bivouac in Langdale
And it’s just that feeling, you know? With being a little uncomfortable but still safe. A feeling you crave.
Climbing Corvus in big boots, in rain | Lake District Trad Climbing
Corvus is a 147m, five pitch trad climb found on Raven Crag, Combe Gyll, in Borrowdale in the Lake District. It’s graded Difficult, and so is quite a lovely climb for beginner trad climbers.
Staying safe in the UK mountains: a beginners guide to weather resources
The more I’m out in the mountains, the more I realise how little I know. So, these past weeks and months I’ve been burying myself in the world of mountain safety.
Machu Picchu was not what I expected
Aguas Calientes is this small place nestled, hidden, in the mountains. And that’s all you can see – Mountains. Towering all around you. It might have been claustrophobic if it wasn’t so beautiful,
I lost my drone on Rainbow Mountain
Since my ankle injury I don’t really run anymore, and that’s at sea-level. So it’s pretty safe to say that running at over 5,000 meters wasn’t really something I was hugely equipped for.
But, I ran anyway. Darting about the hillside, thinking every rectangular grey rock was the drone.
The (hailstormy) journey to Rainbow Mountain base camp
Half an hour in. The blue skies disappeared again. And suddenly the wind changed – hard, howling. Hail rained down on us. I thought about putting the camera away – wet smudges obscuring the lens. I wiped them away and kept shooting, running up and down the group as they hiked up.