I love wild camping and any excuse to get away into the hills and I go for it. I’ve just been away with a friend of mine to the Lakes. We caught the train to Windermere and then a bus up to Dungeon Ghyll, from where we set off into the wilds. We camped the night on the side of Scarfell Pike; Bivvying up near an outcrop of trees. The next day we set off up Scarfell Pike and across Bow Fell. In torrential rain and extremely high winds we made our way up the hillside. Scarfell Pike is not quite a mountain being just four meters short of what is required. It is an impressive structure however and demands respect. We decided it was not realistic to summit Scarfell Pike, as the weather had come down too hard so instead headed down the other side of Bow fell into the Wasdale Valley. We camped again there in the valley near the tip of Waswater. The next day setting out for the hike to Dalegarth, a sleepy little village about seven miles across moorland. Arriving there early afternoon, we caught the miniature steam railway from Eskdale to Ravenglass and camped on the beach with a roaring fire. The sunset that night on the beach at Ravenglass was something else.
I’ve just returned from hiking and wild camping with a friend of mine in the Yorkshire Dales. We hiked from Settle to Horton-in-Ribblesdale, setting out from Settle on the Monday night. We arrivied at Scaleber Foss in the early evening and set up camp putting our bivvies up and having a night round the fire. The next day we hiked onto the majestic Malham Cove, stopping briefly at the Buck inn, in Malham village. The next day after camping at Malham cove, we went across the limestone pavement and headed up the gorge up to Malham Tarn. After a night at Malham Tarn, where a thunder-storm with hail stones the size of walnuts coming down on us. The following day we walked over Fountains Fell to the base of Pen-y-ghent and there again pitched up. Early in the morning we set off to climb Pen-y-ghent and then after the summit down into Horton-in-Ribblesdale and the train home.
I’ve just come back from a weekend away in Wales. Part of the purpose of the trip was to test my new Canon EOS M. I always take a camera away with me when I’m camping but generally, I err on the side of caution. Not wishing to take any one of my expensive cameras, I’ve always opted for my Olympus Tough, which is more or less indestructible. But I’ve often been disappointed with its poor performance in picture quality. So I have now bought a canon EOS M for taking away specifically on camping trips.
To round off the weekend in Wales, we visited Port Meirion. A miniature Italian village hidden away on the coast of Wales near Porthmadog. We walked around on a particularly dull day – unfortunately. However I was pleased with how it performed. Even in the low light – the images were sharp – the noise was relatively low; when zooming in quite close picture quality is good. The EOS M is an 18 MegaPixel camera, so it should perform well on these point. It needs to be road tested in respect to durability- some of my trip are especially rough and it will need to stand up to potential weather and accidents. So maybe future trips will tell me more. So far I am very satisfied with it’s performance.
These images of Portmeirion are quite stylised; at the moment I am playing around with several new effects trying to create new styles. These were edited in Photoshop from RAW which the EOS M is also capable of shooting in.
The Hoover Dam is situated on the border between the States of Nevada and Arizona. It is a concrete arch-gravity dam in the Black Canyon of the Colorado river. On the day I visited the temperatures were nearly 102 degrees – the baking sun reflecting off the concrete structure making it seem even hotter… It is an impressive spectacle to say the least. The drop off on the other side of the dam, would turn even the strongest of stomachs… I was however most impressed by the toilets which had amazing golden doors…which reminded me of the doors of the “Vishnu” temple high up in the hills of the Himalayas, at Muktinath.
A few weeks ago I was fortunate enough to be able to attended the Snow Mountain Paiute Annual Pow wow 2014. I was visiting a friend in Las Vegas. Part of my reason for the trip, certainly the timing, was that the Annual Paiute Pow Wow was being held just north of Las Vegas, in the Snow Mountain reservation. We arrived in late afternoon and waited for the event to begin. The Sun was sinking when we arrived. There was a prayer to the four directions going on as we entered the dusty area where the Pow wow was to be held. This prayer involved traditional beliefs intertwined with Christian ideals, which surprised me. Four of the elders, led by drumming and chanting from the various competitors, moved out into the arena to “clean” the ritual space. Each took a direction. They then in turn danced and seemed to offer prayers to their chosen direction. This they did for each of the four directions in turn until they came full circle. Then the Pow Wow could begin. The Competitors entered the arena behind flag bearers, holding aloft the American flag and triumphantly danced their way into and around the arena. It was an incredible display of colour, skill and finesse. The competition began; the dancing was something else. There were representatives present from what seemed like every corners of north America including Canada – the competition was divided up regionally, presumably as the dance styles varied so much. The outstanding dances for me were the Chicken Dance and the very energetic Warhorse Dance. For each type of dance and in every category they entered the arena. In bright colours and feathers, they took their turn and danced into the night, to a delighted crowd……
Last week myself and a friend set out for the Lakes. This was my first experience of wild camping with some else for a while and my first activity of the year. We arrived at Penrith, late into the afternoon and caught the bus to Keswick. Just short of Keswick, we got off the bus and headed for the hills, arriving at Castlerigg Stone Circle just before sunset to begin our adventure. Setting off from there we made our way across some incredibly muddy fields and after becoming bogged down several times we decided to camp at a proper camp site for the night. The next day we made our way on towards Derwent Water – our plan was to circle the lake. Our weeks hiking and camping wild in the hills around Derwent Water was accompanied by some great weather and some wonderful views of the lake and surrounding countryside. These are images I took with my Olympus Tough TG-810….
Towards the end of October 2013 a friend of mine, Colin and myself took to the road to tour some of Dorset and the surrounding area. We were planning on visiting various ancient sites in that particular part of the country, beginning with Stonehenge. We camped the first night at Stonehenge camp-site, arriving late on we had to get our heads down. The next morning we were up early, before dawn to get to Stones so I could take photos. After packing up our gear we moved north to Avebury, with its Stone Circle and chalk horses that adorn the hills of that area. From there we moved south to Salisbury Cathedral and on to the New Forest, with its wild ponies. We ending up at Lulworth cove on the south coast of Dorset, with its Durdle Door. On the way home we dropped in to Glastonbury to take in the site and have lunch and a pint. These are some of the sights that inspired me on that trip.