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Notes on walking, weather and paying attention
A letter every other Sunday from the Pennines. It’s free, and it takes about as long to read as a cup of tea.
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The fog on Kinder Scout
We set off at eight in sunshine. By ten I couldn't see my own boots. There's a particular kind of silence up there when…
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In praise of the flask
Nobody has ever regretted a flask of tea. I've regretted waterproofs, boots, shortcuts and most of my opinions about maps, but never the tea.…
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Learning the names of things
A neighbour told me the small brown bird on the wall was a dunnock. It's been there for years, and I'd never once asked.…
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What the shipping forecast taught me
My father read it aloud like a poem. Dogger, Fisher, German Bight. I still can't hear it without wanting to put the kettle on.…
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About Rosalind
I spent twenty years as a newspaper sub-editor, then moved north for the hills. I’ve written two books about walking, and neither has a map.
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