Photographing nocturnal otter activity is one of those rewards that asks for patience, restraint and a small toolkit of techniques. Over the years I’ve learned that getting a usable image is only half the job — the other half is ensuring the animals I’m watching can continue their lives undisturbed. Below I share the camera settings I use in different light, the approach distances that have...
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Dusk is the hour when red deer feel most themselves. The hills soften, the air cools and stags step into the light to...
Peatland walking is a different animal. It’s wet from below and often wet from above, with long tussocky stretches,...
I've spent countless hours walking cliff-tops and coastal margins, watching the edge of land reshape itself with wind,...
I've spent countless hours walking cliff-tops and coastal margins, watching the edge of land reshape itself with wind, rain and the odd heavy tide. Over the years I've learned that spotting early signs of cliff erosion — before a path collapses or a fence is lost — can make a real difference....
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Crossing Morecambe Bay is one of those experiences that lingers: the wide sweep of sand, the clean smell of seawater, the sharp sense of time as the tide moves in. I’ve walked these sands many times and every crossing starts the same way — with careful planning. In this guide I’ll share how I...
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On many of the coastal scrambles and upland peat slopes I walk, there's a moment when a comfortable rhythm with walking poles suddenly feels insufficient. You reach a steep grassy exit — a short, eroded band of turf above a gully or a cliff toe — and your poles chatter, slip or refuse to find...
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Peatland marches are a different kind of wet. It's not just rain that reaches you — it's the slow, cold soak from peat bogs, the spray from tussocks, the constant humidity that traps heat and keeps you damp long after the shower. Over the years I've tested jackets and boots across dozens of...
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Walking cliff ledges is one of those experiences that sharpens everything: wind, light, the sound of sea on rock. But those same edges can be fragile. Micro-erosion — the small-scale loss of soil, turf and rock driven by footfall, water flow and vegetation loss — often goes unnoticed until a...
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Photographing nesting puffins from a kayak is one of those experiences that feels impossible until you try it — then suddenly the world of sea cliffs, tiny burrows and comic-faced birds opens up in a way you can only access by water. Over years of coastal exploration I’ve learned how to get...
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There’s a particular anxiety that comes with a long peatland march: the slow, insistent damp that works its way through socks, collars and morale. Over the years I’ve learned that staying dry on a multi-day peatland route isn’t just a matter of owning the most expensive jacket — it’s...
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Why trekking poles matter on wet heather and muddy ridgelinesI've spent a lot of time moving through the edges of Britain — damp peat hags, coastal heather and narrow, boggy ridges — and one thing is consistent: when the ground turns slick, your feet alone won't save you. The right pole setup...
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Working near seabird colonies on cliff edges is one of those experiences that feels both intimate and fragile — up close you can see the earnest business of breeding, but every step or shout risks undoing that work. I’ve carried out surveys along a number of Britain’s coasts, and over time...
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After a long multi-day border hike that threads cliff tops, boggy passes and quiet lanes, I often find myself wanting to stretch the trip with a single low-impact wild camp before I catch the train home. Those last hours — slowing down, setting up somewhere marginal and watching the light change...
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