Storm at 414 metres
Storm at 414 metres N54° 25.807′ W3° 04.742′ in the black pitch of our tent we have entered the breathed-out silence of a sleep that floats on moss and mountain air
Finding the line: when camping becomes an installation
We were sitting chatting over a beer yesterday, after a morning with the August canvas in the Duddon Valley (which we’ve yet to blog about), and it occurred to us that the canvas is not the only installation… Read More
Storms and one-eyed frogs
July 23, 4pm It’s hot, very hot. Must be 25 degrees or more, the sun is burning, there’s barely any wind and we’re wet with sweat. We’ve just set off from Elterwater to begin our ascent through the… Read More
March Camp
We have been blanketed in cloud, wetted through, walking within a multi-directional wetting. We headed downhill to seek a ghyll with a fresh flow of water, and all of a sudden the clouds lifted, danced in front of… Read More
Sense of Here 