my top 10 kit for the UK mountains by Joe McCarthy

It can be a laborious process; sifting through the never-ending selection of outdoors kit for sale; to find something more clarifying than just advertising hyperbole. I find online forums, blogs (ahem) and youtube tutorials are the best way to cut the crap in the search for a future purchase. It is also worth bearing in mind that generally, with outdoors gear you get what you pay for. That £20 pop up tent you bought from Aldi just wont cut the mustard in the mountains I'm afraid!

But before I decide, what features do I look for from an item? 

  1. Weight - How light is it?
  2. Durability - How tough is it?
  3. Reliability - Is it quick and easy to use?
  4. Suitability - Could it withstand 4 seasons in a day? Will it keep me alive?

Achieving an equilibrium of these 4 criteria should hopefully allow for some degree of comfort in the outdoors, no matter what the conditions are. If you are warm, well fed and rested then your brain (and I cant always vouch for this) should work to its full capacity!

So what are my favourite pieces of kit? You'll find my top ten below; all tried and tested in the worst conditions and the loneliest locations of the UK and New Zealand.

One of my favourite wildcamps to date: on a 6 day epic from Mallaig to Inverie through the Rough Bounds of Knoydart.

One of my favourite wildcamps to date: on a 6 day epic from Mallaig to Inverie through the Rough Bounds of Knoydart.

1. Tent - Hilleberg Akto + Footprint
1600g + 240g/£555 + £65

Ive had my fair share of bivvying in the mountains and lets just say that it isn't always roses and sunshine. Being awoken by rain to the face or the friendly bites of a midge swarm can lose its novelty pretty quickly, especially when travelling solo. This is where the Hilleberg Akto comes into its own as a high quality, sturdy one man tunnel-tent; capable of many a wind, rain and even snow filled night. The guy line tensioners and zips are easily operated with gloves and the vents at each end provide air circulation; helping to stop the build up of condensation on the tent outer. The porch area also provides ample space for kit and the footprint keeps your kit dry (Scotland dry, not actual dry). Note: The price of this tent is made all the more bearable if you divide it by how many nights you've spent in it. Im currently on £1.93 per night!

Caring for your Hilleberg

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2. Sleeping Bag - Mountain Hardwear HyperLamina Spark

This 3-season sleeping bag ticks all the boxes for me. Its lightweight, synthetic and has a brilliant warmth to weight ratio (1C comfort limit for 737g). The synthetic fill will retain heat even when wet meaning that the maritime climate of the UK need not overly bother me. After getting my down bag soaked in Snowdonia last year I was reluctant to use down again for an exped with wet weather forecast. The central zip is also a nice touch for those of you who sleep on your side. No more zip to the hip!



3. Sleeping Mat - Thermarest NeoAir Xlite

A sleeping mat is one of the most appreciated pieces of kit for anyone who spends a night out on the hill. Its a little bit of comfort far from home. The NeoAir Xlite fits down to the size of a 1L drinks bottle, is tougher than it looks and is super super lightweight. Need i say anymore?





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4. Pan - MSR Titan Kettle

Heres one for the ultralight gearheads out there! A simplistic design; this titanium pan can boil up enough water for dinner and a hot drink. It also fits a 230g gas canister neatly inside when not in use. I've used it on both my gas stove and straight over the campfire; a welcome piece of kit when your cold and wet at the end of the day. 




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5. Camera - Gopro Hero 3+
125g/£280 (4 years ago)

The rigours of trekking in this unpredictable landscape don't make it the most camera friendly environment. Gopro changed this with its range of fully submergible cameras; useful for skiing, climbing, hiking, scuba diving, kayaking.. the list goes on. An abundance of add ons to change the POV gives you immersive imagery that other cameras can only dream of! It fits in your pocket. It can shoot 1080p. Its tough as nails. Welcome to the future of adventure videography!


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6. Compass - Silva Expedition 4 Compass    

I've never been much a fan of GPS navigation. I disapprove of a careless over reliance upon technology in the outdoors and besides, what is better than connecting with the landscape through map and compass? One benefit of working on your navigation skills is being able to keep your shit together when that claggy rain and wind kicks in, and it will at some point here. Its a very rewarding feeling to know that you and you alone got yourself off that mountain!


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7. Personal Locater Beacon - Mcmurdo Fastfind 220 PLB

It feels ridiculous to spend nearly £200 on something you hope to never use; yet after a series of near misses in New Zealand this became a must have item for me, and it was one that made my Nan very happy! It offers the solo walker a certain peace of mind whilst in the mountains; with mountain rescue a single button press away.

How to register your PLB



8. Waterproof - Mountain Equipment Janak

The essential. That balmy summer day can quickly become a stormy test of the elements; and for these inevitable scenarios this solid Gore-Tex Pro jacket offers ample protection. The 80D fabric used throughout is tough enough to take the wear of a heavy pack and the rigours of scrambling and climbing on both rock and ice. A synch-able, peaked-hood, waist and velcro wrist cuffs seal the deal, creating an airtight cocoon of warmth around your core. And if that gets too much for you the pit zips can be opened to regulate your body temperature. A solid waterproof for both winter and summer conditions.


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9. Baselayer - Rab Merino+ 120 Short Sleeve Tee

Rab's range of merino base layers are a 65:35 blend of merino wool and polyester; creating a more durable fibre than the 100% merino blends. Gone are the days of sewing on the trail! I find the shirt, underwear and pants great for walking and sleeping in year round, such is the versatility of merino (it is incredibly warm yet breathable). The odourless (within reason) benefits of merino are everpresent in these baselayers meaning that theres still a chance to make friends on the trail.





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10. Walking Trousers - Montane Terra Pants

These are my go to mountain trousers. Ive bushwacked in Taranaki, walked in 40C heat in the Aussie outback and scrambled on the Cuillins in them. They've been worn extensively for the last 2 years, yet still show very little wear thanks to the tough fabric and cordura reinforcements on the bum, knee and inner ankle. They dry extremely quickly, have thigh vents for hot conditions and also boast a stretchy waistline which is great if your a skinny bastard like me!





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There is no such thing as bad weather, only inappropriate clothing.
— Sir Ranulph Fiennes

safety first - tramping in New zealand by Joe McCarthy


There is a paradise in this world and I call it New Zealand! 

As a hiker (or "tramper" in Kiwi terminology) the infrastructure of trails, routes and huts made it an ideal location to take the leap from hiking in the Scottish highlands to a bigger wilderness. With this transition came a stronger emphasis on personal safety (especially when travelling solo); with a very fine line between pushing my comfort zone and potentially killing myself. Of course if everything went perfectly to plan it wouldn't make for an exciting story and its safe to say that I broke every rule that I'm preaching here. So I present to you some tips that I didn't really consider at all...

  1. Respect water. The number one killer of tourists in New Zealand is the many rivers that intersect its mountain landscape. If, after heavy rainfall the river is running high don't be afraid to wait it out or turn back; you'd be surprised how quickly the water level can drop once the rain stops. After a week of rainfall I witnessed a 6 foot high torrent of white water become a rippling brook the next day.

  2. Weather is a fickle thing. The temperate climate combined with the close proximity on all sides to an ocean expanse means that the weather can change on a whim. Use your initiative. If theres an ominous tower of cloud heading your way it may be best to descend from the hills. If its blowing a gale at sea level its probably not going to be the finest day to tackle that airy scramble you've been dreaming of. Always assume that the weather will worsen as you gain altitude. I found the MetService extremely useful for daily forecasts specific to the national parks.

  3. Gear up. Don't scrimp out on the essentials. A decent pair of boots and a rucksack (ask for a fitting in both) are a good place to start. Add a set of waterproofs, some decent insulating layers (your in the land of merino wool so make the most of it), a sturdy tent, sleeping bag and insulated mat and your well on your way! I met people at many a hut expecting fresh linen and a cooked meal on arrival. Don't assume anything, be self sufficient! Take a plentiful supply of food to last the duration of your trip; you may need to inhale that bag of peanut M&Ms after a soul destroying descent at the days end. The often neglected safety essentials such as a 1st aid kit, fire kit, compass, map, survival bag, whistle, head torch and emergency rations are also a must.

  4. Listen to the locals. They know the land better than you do and to prove it every man and his cousin Johno will be ready and able to list off multiple horror stories of unfortunate tourists that didn't heed their advice. I was told in excruciating detail of a "munted" tourist found beneath the icy bluffs of Taranaki; the clothing torn from his body as he fell (the lesson intended was to dissuade me of attempting any snowcapped summits without sufficient equipment and experience). Another I recall was of a young German eaten alive by wild hogs after falling into a Karst sinkhole on Mount Owen. I still wonder how the pigs escaped to tell the tale. Whether they were true or not, the tales caused me to approach with caution, and I remain thankful for that advice!

  5. Tell someone. Tell anyone. Whether its a hostel, visitor centre, family back home, or your new friend Johno; its good to know that people have got your back and this most simple form of communication could potentially be a life saver. I broke this rule too many times, entering many a tramp with an attitude bordering on hubris and naivety. Luckily i never had to pay the price for this most basic of errors.

  6. Have fun! Your in a good place! New Zealand boasts a great variety of trails, huts, bivvies, information centres, hostels, and campsites to suit your adventurous needs! The opportunities to meet people of different cultures and to bond over this magical landscape are endless. Most importantly don't forget to practice a 'leave no trace' attitude when enjoying the outdoors, for in doing so you are showing an appreciation and respect for the land, the wildlife and the local people.


Have I missed anything from my list? Or would you like to share your own story of a near miss in the outdoors? Leave a comment below and ill get back to you. Oh and please visit my newly launched Print Shop by clicking on the button below :)

The mental game by Joe McCarthy

Its difficult to summarise what is required of an individual when it comes to backcountry travel and survival. It is something that I continue to ask of myself. It keeps me on my toes; forever searching for new methods that will benefit how I experience nature. In their broadest form (and in no particular order) I've narrowed it down to these four:

  • Equipment (and knowing how to use it!)
  • Skills & Experience
  • Physical Fitness
  • Mental Fortitude

But which of these attributes is of highest importance? Equipment can be bought, physical fitness improved from hours spent exercising, and outdoors skills gained from attending training courses, reading books and leaving suburbia behind. Mental fortitude is something that we are taught far less about. Being mentally focused is the glue that binds the other attributes together; from which we can make clear decisions as the circumstances of each trek change. With the recent high profile male suicides of Chester Bennington and Chris Cornell its become apparent that us men are not as thick skinned as once perceived, and thats okay. We have been programmed from a young age to repress our emotions; an unhealthy way of being in the wild. It is crucial to approach difficulties with a positive mindset and a problem solving attitude, to understand that mistakes will be made when learning,to communicate clearly with yourself and to the group you travel with.

In my life I have found that anxiety is healthy if kept in its place, panic is to be avoided at all costs, and fear is a welcome mechanism that enables the body and brain to work at their best.
— Ranulph Fiennes - Fear: Our Ultimate Challenge

And so why the focus on this psycological aspect? In all honesty it was something I spent very little time on until recently. In May I found myself in the Eastern Cairngorms with an awfully negative mindframe and a lack of commitment to the challenge at hand. After 3 days with no human contact I was depressed and lonely (remember I chose to walk in an area which sees a low footfall so this should hardly have come as a surprise). The dry conditions of the land after weeks without rainfall did all but lift my spirits:

The ground snaps with each step. I stop and look down at the pitiful heather; a bare skeleton of bleached, leafless twigs. As I ascend further the heath is replaced with pockets of pink gravel and clumps of dry, yellowed grass that resemble wire brushes. Over the winter months little snowfall has been able to settle as brutal winds scour the flat-topped plateau lands. Here only the hardiest of plants can survive. The delicate upland flora has lain unprotected in its important time of hibernation and it shows. Open to the elements and unwatered for much of this dry spring the place has become a sorry, yellow land.

Even in May a steady northerly still bites. I climb down into a peat bog to avoid the worst of the wind; looking for any diversity of life. There is no wet softness to the bog as I jump down from the heath. No slick, oily mud waiting to swallow my boot as I walk. Just the rock hard ground, cracked from a severe lack of rain. The burn that winds its way down into the glen below is no more. Just a dry, jagged scar remains, peppered with more pink. The land screams for water and the sun beats down. I rue my decision not to carry extra water into the uplands (not for the first time!) and after another hour and four sips my water bottle shows 100 measly millilitres of tepid water. I continue on, a lonely nomad wandering across the crunchy, beige sea.

Creeping Azalea  (Loiseleuria procumbens)

Creeping Azalea (Loiseleuria procumbens)

Spring arrives late here on the sub-arctic plateau and the only specimen of flowering plant I can find on my ascent is the dwarf shrub Creeping Azalea: clinging to the windswept, gravel slopes of Beinn a' Bhùird. Creeping Azalea is an extremely hardy plant which can withstand temperatures and scathing winds down to -40C. Because of its hardiness it doesn't require the protection of the snow blanket in the winter months and each plant can live for up to 60 years. I sit and eat my lunch, appreciating the minuscule pink flowers amongst the surrounding vastness of brown, tan and yellow...

The moment the door shuts behind me I switch into an expedition frame of mind, and so should you. From that point forward you must pay proper attention to the journey, run over the details so that you are completely au fait with the minutiae. You must become active and sharp, spotting signs in the airport ahead of others, and thereby preparing yourself for the kind of alertness that makes the difference when you are in the bush. You must become willing to adapt to new circumstances and bend with the flow of the journey, like the proverbial tree on the mountain.
— Ray Mears - Essential Bushcraft

With this quote in mind i think back to my application to this walk and realise the importance of a positive mental attitude in the wild. Leave your worries and misgivings at home, focus fully on knowing where you are at all times and on planning escape routes for when the weather turns. Check once and then twice your kit and provisions for the journey ahead (I mistakingly left half of my rations at the car on this one). Train yourself physically to deal with any challenges that may arise. And lastly, engage with the landscape around you, just because it is dry and wind beaten doesn't mean that it is completely dead. Embrace the place! Embrace the struggle! Use the creeping azalea as inspiration, for the smallest flower can thrive if only you take the time to look for it.

What is Winter? by Joe McCarthy

I do not claim to be an expert in winter travel. In my last post I shared with you my naive introduction to snowshoeing at the tail-end of a Canadian winter. My travels since then have taken me to some far away and wild locations, but never have I undertaken a true winter epic. With this in mind I headed for Snowdonia in early December hoping to gain cold-weather experience and to test out some equipment before a snowshoe trip planned for 2017. My plans were thwarted when I arrived to find only a meagre dusting of snow on the summit slopes of Snowdon. Where are you winter!?

Equipped with a borrowed ice axe and some piss poor crampons (just in case) I ascended up and into the Cwm Tregalan. The sun was setting as I came across an old ruin from the long gone days of a slate mine. Man's influence had created a bizarre setting of slate piles spilling out from the hillside, separating like giant fingers upon the wild scrub; with a scattering of rough shelters and caves that swallowed my torchlight. After some home maintenance, including laying a new stone floor free of sheep shit I bedded down in my bivvy with a hot chocolate and my latest read: Jack Kerouac's On The Road. If it was calm when I went to sleep it definitely wasn't when I first awoke in the night. A chilling gale launched itself in bursts through the large opening at the shelter's front, whistling eerily at a thousand pitches through a thousand gaps in the stonework. My night was a restless one, filled with dreams and visions as I continuously drifted in and out of a wind induced stumour. "I do this to myself" I said to my porridge in the morning. My porridge looked back, silent and grey.

I walked where my boots led me, my spirits lifting as the sun rose. After undertaking mostly well planned day-hikes in Scotland in the summer (thanks to walkhighlands: a delightful website of detailed hiking routes!) I felt that a lack of route planning and direction would help to keep my navigation sharp and my journey pure for the next 3 days. The only constraint was the daylight hours and I pondered on how different the situation could be if visibility was poor and conditions tough. But for now the weather was truly beautiful, with sun drenched peaks to climb and a wind-buffeting scramble on Mynydd Drws-y-coed. That sent the pulse racing (and the nose running)!

After 3 days in the hills I descended through a mist into Bedgellert. The sights and sounds of structure returned. A farmer driving his pick up down a tree-lined dirt road, passing me with a no nonsense nod as he went about his daily routine. The 9 o'clock bell rings shrill as I descend further into the town; the school children stood to attention in the playground like miniature soldiers. I hear the mother tongue of Welsh spoken by neighbours outside terraced houses. The normalities of village life seemed foreign and strange after my isolation with nature.

So my borderline-obsessive pursuit of winter had honed my senses, not just on my return to civilisation but also on the hill. I was constantly reading the landscape, searching for the elusive traces of cold in this mild December: frost and ice accumulating in the shadows of drystone walls, the whipping cracks created by frozen grasses clashing at the lakeside, the half frost-clad pine trees showing the arcing movement of the days sun, the bitterly cold westerlies on the windward slopes. With these subtle reminders of a winter yet to come I left Wales having been blind to the warning signs. Maybe there is yet hope for my snowshoes!