In which I do proper winter climbing for the first time and manage not to freeze solid on a belay ledge.
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You Can Never Climb High Enough to Escape Your Feelings
Deal with your baggage guys, because it will definitely follow you up the cliff. This is something I've learnt the hard way, especially since my Nanna died.
Review: Slewfoot – Brom
A mix of a dark fairytale and a haunting folk horror, Slewfoot is the witch hunt revenge you've always wanted.
Review: Thin Air – Michelle Paver
Since I first borrowed my Dad's copy of Into Thin Air years ago and devoured it in less than 12 hours, I've been hooked on mountaineering books. They plumb the heights of triumph and the depths of tragedy, and more often than not, are uttlerly captivating. So, throw into mountaineering my favourite genre of fiction... Continue Reading →
Review: My Heart is a Chainsaw – Stephen Graham Jones
You know how it goes. You have some time to kill in town, so you think "I'll just pop into Waterstones, just to look - I won't buy anything". You head to your department of choice, carefully ignore the lure of the buy one get one half price tables, you're just looking. Maybe you'll just... Continue Reading →
Review: Space Below My Feet – Gwen Moffat
Warning: reading this book significantly increases your risk of selling all your possessions to go and live in a tent in the mountains.
Review: Damnable Tales, A Folk Horror Anthology
Fear is a primordial instinct, from humans to the most basic sentient animals. Fear kept our ancestors alive. It trains us to recognise universal threats and instructs our bodies to respond accordingly. For the vast majority of human evolution, the things that we fear have been simple and consistent: predatory or poisonous animals, the dark,... Continue Reading →