Running; Why to keep it tribal

Primitive pounding sounds. Rhythmical breathing. Screams of pain and exertion. Mud face paints. Hypnotic motion. A communal focus. A collective energy. You can’t deny the tribal grit of fell running, can you? We spend hours training, racing, and (possibly) Strava-ing, our time plodding up and down damp streets, through the woods, up into the hills, and…

SABBATYCLE PART 2: SELF SURGERY ON THE SEA FRONT. Brighton.

Sabbatycle: Part 2 Self-Surgery October 2016 Huddled against a urine-stained building’s side, hiding from the cars and buses, the urban cacophony, grey noise, a figure stoops. In the shadows, the nondescript face winces as more blood and spit is splattered onto the damp and cold slabs. Passers by pretend not to notice, darting eyes on…

Brain Foraging & Camp Nutrition

What happens when you begin to forage in your own skull? Nature and the great outdoors offer plenty of fruits for the picking, and what better way to enjoy them than pitching a tent up in the middle of a peaceful Lake District valley for a couple of months? But is camping really all that…

4. Kitchen Diaries of a mountain goat

All chefs are weird. So they say. On my lunch break I ran up Scafell Pike, England’s highest mountain, and then quickly down again to get changed into a shirt and trousers to serve three course meals all evening. Other days there were different mountains, and some people only had 2 courses. I funded my…