SENSE OF HERE
A darkening sky to the west. The start of the storm rolling in

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

putting up the tent on the 120 degree line from the Under Helm Sycamore. The tree sits at the centre of this project and can be seen in the distance on the scree slopes to the left of Rob.

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

Prepping tea and soaking up the last rays of the sun

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

Making notes from below Harter Fell as the cloud swirls to reveal Kentmere Reservoir

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

Not a bad place to take in the dawn arriving in the Grasmere Valley.

Still time on a hill