It's been a while. After a phase of publishing some climbing related writing around the time of the first lockdown, I haven't been...

Or, Make Achmelvich Great Again I'll say this for the North Coast 500 - it's egalitarian. The beach car park at Achmelvich is a melting...

Wry musings of a middle grade sport climber There is no good reason that 7a, or 8a, or 9a, should be bigger deals than any other climbing...

A winter sun rock review I'll admit that Tenerife was not a place I'd ever had an interest in visiting. The main impression I had of it,...

Where others have strong fingers and nerves, we have tactics. Ferdia was the racing driver. I was the pitstop mechanic.

The wind is at me as I tiptoe in the eggshells and madness, sure to blow the sounds of me over Tintagel’s bare crown and to kingdom gone...

I always thought of herons as silent and solitary birds. Last night on the Åbyfjord in Bohuslän, I scrambled to a promontory above the...

I guess it always happens fast, otherwise it wouldn't happen. I haven't crashed a car before, not properly, at speed. It reminded me a...

Imagine the perfect weapon, that could obliterate a target completely, with no collateral damage. No explosions, no messy coughing up of...

Summer drains the last of its energy, browning the bracken and plumping blackberries. There will be no grandstand peroration for the...

"In the morning the effects of the Grey Man's curse were sufficiently plain; rocks had been detached that no earthly power could move,...

December 2011, a few nights before the solstice: I am all but asleep at the wheel on the M80 between Stirling and Glasgow. It’s 3 a.m.,...

The raven bounces on the air overhead, folds its wings as it rides a weightless arc, inverts and drops like a dart, spirals upright and...

You were in the Alps. Was it good? Yeah, it was good, but… For no obvious reason, I spent the first few days in Chamonix swaying between...

Fingers piano play the flatness at the back of a rounded break, toes smudge on subtle scoops and dimples, limbs twist and press with ...

Squrrrrrk ...is it on? OK. It's been a while, last year in fact, since I wrote on this blog. I posted a couple of stories from our two...

We're sitting in the parking lot of Annett's Mono Village the morning after the Incredible Hulk. Walking out took a lot less time,...

: ...the Third Pillar of Daaaana....the Needles...buy a Golden Eagle pass...Andrew, you have got to climb OZ. For the true effect of this...

Violence sweeps through the Zone, wave after wave, leaving rainbows. These are not the only conspiracy of the rain and light to capture...

Here’s a feeling I’d forgotten, a summer sensation with a twist of the mystic, not a thing at all maybe – but it brings a strange...