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Carry on camping

The thing with running, is that it just doesn't lend itself to camping. Not the sort of camping that the sort of running I enjoy most, brings you closest to anyway. By which I mean, any run on the fells or the coast will more often than not take you past some wonderful camps - places in which I would love to stay a while, perhaps all day until the next.
It's not that multi-day runs are out of the question, indeed some of the best trips of late have been just that, carrying no more than a little water, cash and a toothbrush. And they have been great trips for exactly that reason (among others), that is, the absolute lack of gear, faff and, well, the luxury of beds, baths, beer and food made in a kitchen by someone else - all of which is made even better by the fact that it is entirely justifiable. Stay at a B&B on a paddling trip? But what option does one have when running for three consecutive days...it's not even a guilty pleasure. Just pleasure. And whatever the price…

Of Hindscarth and hernias

Grassmoor, 852m

Three from Ireland

New lows on High Stile

A little R and R off Anglesey

The Cleveland Way continued

Weisshorn of Buttermere

A Rockpool or three at Rhoscolyn

Mosedale Horseshoe

Pendle Hill sunset

Crossings and Circumnavigations - an article on Sidetracked

Kites, Kings and Toads

Height matters