Author Archives: tpltravelled

A life extraordinarily well lived. An obituary by Simon Richardson on the ‘Scottish Winter’ website.

I see them many a morning. Like moles they clamber out of their vans, blink at the daylight, and look for the nearest drystone wall or hedge to go and empty their bowels behind. Some of them wield a trowel and loo roll. Some a carrier bag. Many of them go empty handed. If youContinue reading “Talking Shit”

A day working ‘pro bono’ for East Cheshire NHS Trust taking some of their staff for a walk in the National Park. Cool and clear and great walking conditions. I think the great outdoors did them the world of good. We had a hilarious 20 minutes chasing the giant washing-up liquid bubbles that somebody wasContinue reading “Solvitur ambulando”

An article in the American Alpine Club journal on the uses and roles (current and future) of drones in climbing and mountaineering. Worth a read.

I’m in quite a few of the forthcoming issues of Trail Magazine. That’s what comes of being the walking buddy of one of the journalists. You can probably tell from my attire which ones i knew i was modelling for and which ones Paul stuck a camera in my face unexpectedly !! Anyhoo here’s meContinue reading “Fame at last …”

You can smell how confused the earth is out on the moors. It’s being baked to 30+c in September and also watered in very heavy but short downpours. I stood under the lip of High Neb at Stanage earlier and the sky had a dozen things going on all at the same time, the earthContinue reading “Senses”

I taught another 3 people to navigate on Saturday, which included a little trip up Win Hill. Sunday was spent wandering the Hallam Moors, trying to keep a labrador cool, and then a wander (in my capacity as a volunteer warden) of the Eastern Moors. It was nudging 26c on the Moors !!!

I had my navigational abilities assessed by a local Mountain Rescue team last night. 3.5hrs more of my life spent finding kinks in contour lines, individual stones, bends in stream beds, and corners of long since disappeared walls. An evening with a breeze which kept the midge off, a stunning sunset, and a new (toContinue reading “Labrador Tea …”

Of late i’ve been trying to keep busy in order to keep my mind from the news. Afghanistan is nothing short of an utter catastrophe. I know not what fate has befallen those that became my friends. As ever i have taken to the hills. I always have. My church. My salve. A place toContinue reading “Wandering …”

Climbers on Great Tor (Bamford Edge) hastily coiling the ropes last night after unforecasted showers rolled in from the West.