I often plan cliff-nesting kittiwake shoots around the same two priorities I have for any wildlife photography: get close enough to make meaningful images, and stay far enough away to leave the birds exactly as I found them. Dawn is my favourite time — the low light sculpts the cliffs and the kittiwakes’ pale plumage takes on a buttery glow — but it also concentrates bird activity and the...
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Peatland restoration is one of those practical conservation tasks where a small group of volunteers, the right kit, and...
When you spend as much time on Britain's wild edges as I do, the question of what to carry for an emergency bivvy moves...
I’m often asked on the path — usually by someone balancing a camera and a wind-blown jacket on a cliff-top —...
I’m often asked on the path — usually by someone balancing a camera and a wind-blown jacket on a cliff-top — which lens they should bring for “dramatic cliff portraits.” There’s a deceptively simple short answer (bring what you can handle), but the practical truth is richer and rooted...
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I spend a lot of time on long, mixed-terrain day hikes — coastal cliffs, heathered peat, stony upland tracks and muddy forest rides. Over the years I’ve learned that being able to walk all day is as much about sensible training as it is about good kit. You don’t need a gym membership or fancy...
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When I set out for a day on Britain's wild edges I expect three seasons in a single walk: a wet morning, a bright but blustery afternoon, and a chilly, damp evening. Selecting layers for that unpredictability is part kit, part judgement. Over thousands of miles on coastal cliffs, peatlands and...
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I often think of fieldcraft as the quieter half of photography — the set of small, patient skills that let you collapse the distance between yourself and a scene without collapsing the scene itself. On Britain’s borders — where cliffs meet sea, peatlands breathe in mist, and woodlands keep...
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On long, cold marches where the rain never seems to stop and wind bites through layers, keeping your energy up is as much about having the right calories as it is about having food you can eat quickly, cleanly and without leaving a mess. Over years of walking Britain’s coasts and peatlands I’ve...
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I’ve learned the hard way that a long ridge walk is not the place to discover your phone battery is dead and your handheld GPS has been quietly draining itself all morning. Over years on Britain’s windswept edges I’ve settled into a routine of using both a rugged handheld GPS and a smartphone...
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I’m drawn to the edges — where field meets scrub, verge meets meadow, and the thin slice of marginal ground seems to hum with life. On short walks close to home I look for those thin threads of wildflower habitat that punch above their weight for pollinators: a roadside bank of hemp-nettle, a...
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Planning a multi-day border hike that relies on public transport and low-impact wild camping is one of my favourite ways to explore Britain's edges. It combines the logistics of moving between towns and villages, the satisfaction of carrying only what you need, and the quiet reward of spending...
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Paths are the arteries of the landscapes I love. Walk them enough and you start to notice small changes — a new rut in the turf, a muddy ribbon widening across a slope, or stones pushed aside to make a shortcut. Left unchecked, these minor shifts become entrenched erosion: deeper channels, lost...
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When I’m walking upland routes that cross peatlands — whether a wind-scoured bog on a border ridge or a sodden moor beside a coastal climb — I carry two things beyond my map and waterproof: curiosity about how that landscape works, and a simple question: how can I help? Over the years I’ve...
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