A busy month. A new job in teaching. Learning on the fly. Too much time taken by thinking and learning. I had two chances to get some time to do rather than think. A weekend in the Lakes teaching navigation to fell runners. The second, helping at our mountain rescue teams new downhill fell race with Calder Baby 1. Read more →
Family holiday to France. First time in Font with a tiny person. A break of at least 10 years since I’d been there, it’s still as wonderful as ever. She most definitely got into it. Read more →
Six months of waiting. Six months of hoping for good weather. Six months of wondering if any one of us would pull the plug and ruin it all. Paddy Englishman, Paddy Irishman and Paddy Australianman walk into a pub in Wales. It’s cold. Wet. Windy. They’ve sacked off a climb to sleep in a field and get some hot food.… Read more →
July consisted of two things – a trip to the Isle of Man, and quitting my job. I’d not been to the Isle of Man in over 20 years. When a round of the English fell championships was announced we made plans to go straight away – on another note, being a sovereign country, I have no idea how a… Read more →
Scotland. Why are you so far away from me? Why do you do this to me every time I visit. Two weeks of sunshine broken on the last drive on the way home by thunderstorms. Shooting with focus at the Fort William DH world cup reaffirmed what was lying in the back of my head – bikes are fucking rad.… Read more →
Summer arrived with a thud. Suddenly, summer. Nearly four months solid of it. The first two weeks of solid summer I’ve ever had in Scotland. Good light – either crisp spring or forceful summer – gets the camera out and keeps it out. First month I’ve shot over 300 images in a long time. I don’t do burst images. Hangover… Read more →
I’m not an April person. It’s a hard month, mentally and environmentally for me. Not yet warm. Not yet light. Not yet summer. I don’t function well. So I do the things I know best, even if I don’t do it well anymore. The tiny human became more mobile than ever. Playtime became something that had to be undertaken rathern… Read more →
I never worried about the tops I ticked when I went to Scotland to climb in the past. A year ago, I started to wonder if I’d be willing to put the time in to working on all the Munros before I can’t walk, run and climb any more. I Figured it’d be a good thing to do as the… Read more →
Back from a break in Scotland for two weeks. A lot of photos taken. A lot of things done. Some updates to come. Read more →