Below Rocher Edge. Peak District National Park

What on earth has happened to winter. Last weekend I was reclining in several inches of snow waiting to be found by a SARDA dog on their assessment. Driving home from the Chew Valley Sunday lunchtime all you could see was white. People keep posting images on FB of their adventures in Snowdonia, Scotland and the Lakes. Here on the north eastern edge of the Peak District we have had a snap of cold yesterday, now the rain has returned to mush the paths back in to slurry.

The picture above was taken 21st January 2015. That was a real winter, last winter. The snow stayed for ages. I had many adventures in the Peak and a great weekend guiding guests down in Dovedale. We walked in to Dovedale on the Saturday morning and we were the first people there. It was like stepping in to Narnia. Snow muffled sound so we walked along in a sort of funereal procession, all quiet and reverent. The snow blanketed everything, smoothing edges, lots of soft curves. It was deep too. Deep enough for walls to disappear, making navigation over the hills interesting. Take away features and you are left with the contours and nav becomes a whole lot simpler. You had to watch for the drifts of course, some of which were up to fifteen feet deep. Something to remember that weekend.

Now it’s just grey rain, not even cold. Saved a fortune on gas but the electric is higher. A good time to knock off some more of the book, get some more walks written up and the layout sorted.

Tomorrow I am off in to the Dark Peak.



Photo courtesy and by permission of Coniston Mountain Rescue
Photo courtesy and by permission of Coniston Mountain Rescue

Its snowing hard here today. I had thought of getting out into the Upper Derwent Valley to reccie a route for Sunday, got dressed to have fun in the snow, but watching the opposite side of the road disappear in a curtain of white snow caused me to pause for thought. I might be able to get out, early in the day and with energy levels high and snow on the roads still a bit mushy. But what about later, when snow and cold has sapped energy levels and the roads have become impassable. Would I get back.

In England we do not get that much snow so when it comes the excitement of getting to play in it can be a real pull. All that new kit, hardly used, all those techniques desperately waiting to be tried. It’s a very tough decision to decide not to proceed, even harder one to make if it means turning back. The winter press is filled with stories of people who never returned home, they had no intention, I am sure, of the day ending that way, but minute incremental mistakes can and often do lead to disaster.

No one sets out to have an accident and it is very rarely down to stupidity. Ignorance  and naivety can play a major factor in winter. Take Bleaklow in the Peak District National Park. A mass of peat groughs designed to test any navigator, with thick bog and few landmarks for orientation. Yet, it is just 30 minutes walk from a major trans pennine route, which on a bad day you can hear, and stand in the right area, you can see. What can possibly go wrong walking here? Yet people do become disoriented, injured, lost. That’s when the day out walking can change. Little by little, the situation can become one of survival against the odds. Sounds ridiculous doesn’t it, but it happens all over the country.

You do not have to be a novice to get in to difficulty, there are numerous reports of well equipped walkers, climbers and mountaineers becoming stranded either through injury, bad luck, weather, error, or as often as not a combination of all of these. So if you are unfortunate enough to find yourself in a situation where you need help what can you do to not make the situation worse, especially in winter.

I am not an expert in outdoor survival. I do have 40 years experience in walking all around the UK in all seasons. I am a National Park Ranger, Walking Guide and member of Mountain Rescue. I also suffered a life threatening accident and lived to tell the tale due to the skills and courage of the women and men of Coniston Mountain Rescue and enough knowledge that helped me stay alive long enough for them to rescue me. So these are my thoughts on what will help an individual if they find themselves in need of rescue.

Read what MOUNTAIN RESCUE recommend here for a day out in the hills.


The decision today not to venture out was the right one, even if, as I type this the sun is shining and the sky is blue. So making a choice not to go or change the plan to a  local route within walking distance is a good start. If you do decide to go and the weather deteriorates to a point where a little voice in your head starts to sound a bit panicky, stop, think objectively, think what may happen, play the film to the end and seriously consider turning around.


If the weather is fine and no signs of calamity are showing, one of the essential things you can do, probably the most critical thing, is to leave details of your day with someone. A route card sounds such an amateurish thing to do for an experienced hill person, but it can save a life. I regained consciousness after falling a long, long way down a rock face and laying in deep snow for 30 minutes. I was able to raise my own alarm, I was lucky. But I also had left a route card with the manager at Holly How YHA who acted immediately I had not returned by the time I had stated and also raised the alarm. Had I not come round, this one action would probably have saved my life. I had increased my margin of survival.


Winter walking requires much more kit and kit that you are comfortable using. But the kit that will keep you alive and help rescuers may not be high on your list of priorities when all the excitement of getting out there is all consuming.


If you can get yourself to safety with the use of a first aid kit then you probably do not need that much help. The first aid kit can help in minor injuries, but in a survival situation is probably not much use if you are on your own. You can use it to stop bleeding, strap a broken bone, give some basic pain relief, but that’s about it.

In winter if your injuries mean you simply cannot get off the hill under your own power or with the help of friends then equipment priorities need to change. Similarly, if you are lost, the same applies.


Lets assume you are on your own, in winter with failing light and falling temperatures. Getting help is the most important thing. The quickest way is by phone. My phone was in the top of my rucksack as was my spare. But the rucksack had been torn off me by the fall. Luckily I could see it near me and could scramble down to reach it, even with significant multiple injuries. That was lucky.

Now I keep my phone about me. I carry a spare phone that is not used during the day and that I save purely for emergencies. It is a smartphone. This is helpful for mountain rescue. They can use a system called SARLOC that sends you a message that you can reply to that gives them your location. Really helpful for a speedy rescue. Not all teams have the use yet but it is becoming more widespread.

Lets assume you need to phone. Dial 999 or 112 and ask for Police/Mountain Rescue. If you can give them your location this really helps. Having a basic GPS on your person that can give you an accurate grid reference is superb, the best option by far. Carry spare batteries for your GPS as a back up.

If no GPS try to get the map out of your pocket and try to work out where you are. Notice the map is in your pocket with your compass, not in the rucksack.  Think back to your last known point and if that is all you can bring to mind, injury and fear can cause definite confusion, it did for me, it will be helpful. As much information as you can give the police controller is very, very helpful.

If you have no phone signal then you may be able to send a text message via this service SMS EMERGENCY TEXT SERVICE. Text use less power and so can often get through.

Keep your phone on for emergency services to contact you. I received several phone calls from Coniston Mountain Rescue, telling me their progress in getting to me. This was such a powerful boost to my sense of survival it made a huge difference to me to  hear that voice.

Personal Locator Beacons such as the Spot2Messenger are also helpful in raising the alarms and particularly helpful in locating a casualty that cannot raise the alarm. I now carry one as a matter of course. It plots a route of your walk on a website which can be viewed by people so your location can be identified with relative certainty. Just remember you partner can also see the web page so make sure you turn the device off before entering a pub for a few hours!!

If no method can be used to raise the rescue services you will have to prepare to wait for rescue and that may be some time.


You objective is to ensure survival until the rescue team reaches you, so keeping calm is very important. Now is not the time to start running around. If you are lost or injured and you have spoken to the rescue services remain where you are, DO NOT MOVE. This gives the rescue teams the best chance of finding you, rather than having to search for you in an ever-increasing area because you are moving around. If you cannot raise rescue and can move, seeking shelter is helpful. If you cannot move or there is no shelter near by you need to raise your level of protection.


In winter the biggest threat to life is not the twisted ankle but the cold seeping into your body as you wait for rescue. I had one of those orange bivvy bags which provided a modicum of protection. Due to my injuries I could not place it over my head so I lost a large amount of heat. Because of the length of time I did suffer from Hypothermia which did become serious later on in hospital.

A survival shelter is much more useful and not expensive to buy or heavy to carry. Carry one that is large enough for you and your kit. One with a window is also useful so that you can signal rescuers with a torch. The shelters warm up incredibly quickly turning a raging gale outside into something survivable inside. Use a foam mat to insulate from the cold ground below. The more you can minimise heat loss the greater your margin of survival.

Carry a spare set of clothing in your rucksack. If your clothes have become wet, change into these clothes or place the dry clothes on top of the wet ones if removing clothes is too impractical. Stopping heat leaving your body is the important point here.


Cold saps energy from a body like nothing else I have known. The effects can be debilitating and demoralising. I always carry spare food, emergency rations in my kit. It may be a Mars bar that hasn’t seen the light of day for 2 years or a bag of nuts or energy bar. It doesn’t matter what it is so long as it provides energy, both short-term and long-term and is satisfying. I had a piece of old fruit cake which really perked me up even though my teeth had been badly smashed. I also kept back a small amount of hot drink in my flask, which helped put a little bit of warmth back. A bottle of water even if cold can also help replace lost fluids. Sorting these small bits of pleasure out and eating them kept me busy, alert and brought a little bit of positive comfort to me, which was much needed. Time was marching on and darkness was starting to fall as were the temperatures.


So, you have raised the alarm, patched up what wounds you could, got into some sort of protective environment and replaced some lost energy. Now all you have to do is sit and wait for the rescuers.

They will get to you a lot quicker if you can help them along a bit. They already have the grid ref, accurate or not, but there is much more that can be done. You can let them know where you are by signal. The standard way is by whistle, six long blasts with a minutes wait then repeat. But here is the thing. On a Mountain Rescue exercise last winter I was performing the task of the casualty, I think they were taking the mickey a bit, but that’s the way with MR.  So I was hidden on a moor, on a cold winter night with clear skies and no wind. I used my whistle to attract attention. When the team got to me I asked how far away they were before they could hear me whistling. The distance was just 200m, not far at all, it made me think. Light travels much further than sound, so I could have attracted attention more easily with my torch. Use the torch in the same pattern as the whistle. Carry spare batteries for the torch as a back up and have a spare torch in case yours gets lost or damaged. This would have been even more useful if the search was protracted and I had become unconscious. If I had placed the torch where it could be seen, even if unconscious, the rescue teams could probably still have located me. Just a thought, but one I will keep in mind.


I used to hate all the lurid orange clothing that I saw about the moors and mountains, but my accident caused me to rethink. I was wearing my Paramo gear, lovely gear and dark blue. Take a look at the photo at the top of this post. The helicopter is hovering above me, shining a very powerful light on me to guide the team. Can you see me.

It’s impossible to distinguish me from the rest of the boulders.  So wear something that can be easily seen, reflective even. That is what I have today, its important to me given the experience I had. Being seen is more important than being cool.


Thankfully most incidents end happily with the rescue of the injured or lost party. Serious accidents can be life changing events not just for the casualty but for the rescuers too. Mountain Rescue is made up entirely of volunteers who want to help people in distress irrespective of circumstances. They also are all self funded through donations and team members actually pay to be in the team. Often their help is needed in extreme weather conditions and over a long period of time. My own rescue took 17 people more 3 1/2 hours of time spent at the casualty site before I was airlifted off. This does not include the time taken getting to the site and finding me, or getting back off the hill to base to clean and re-place all the kit that had been used. It was cold, dark and wet, not the most ideal way to spend a winters night. They also put themselves at risk, albeit a calculated one to help those in need. Never feel you cannot call out Mountain Rescue.

There is one thing I would ask anyone who reads this, especially if you find the need to use the services of Mountain Rescue. Please do not forget Mountain Rescue when you are safe at home and out of danger. A thank you goes a heck of a long way to let team members know what they do is appreciated, and if you can proffer a donation to help the team continue then you will be giving back a great deal.

If you would like to add to this, please do in the comments section. I would love to hear of people experiences and advice.

Walking back to fitness

Alison preparing to go walking in the Lake District during the wettest summer for 100 years

It’s the end of August 2012. The big news is that this summer has been the worst for rain, lack of sun and cold, for 100 years. No news to those who have been out and about walking and climbing. As I write this on the last day the sun is shining and there is a coolness in the air, the heather is in full glorious purple bloom and I am starting to think about purchases of winter walking clothing. All of which portents autumn just around the corner. Looking at my walking log I see that I have completed just short of 150km of walks with 5100 meters of ascent. I’m quite pleased with this, and how my body is starting to respond to all this exercise. Following my little mishap in February whilst descending Levers Hause in the Lake District National Park, (you can read about that here), my body has slowly and sometimes painfully rehabilitated itself to its new way of walking. More importantly my mind also seems to be growing stronger as there was a time when I was very apprehensive about where my feet went and probably made things harder for myself mentally. With lengthening and ever more adventurous walks this mental attitude seems to be receeding, replaced by a more robust “can do” attitude which is more useful out on the hills.

I have had the good fortune to be assisted in my recovery by my wife Alison who has been a tower of strength and superb support and by friends who have accompanied me sometimes on walks. The Peak District National Park Ranger Service of which I am a volunteer has also been crucial in helping me along the road to recovery.

Preparing to start the Derwent Valley Heritage Way in The Peak District National Park

I started the month wanting to put together a series of walks that were both challenging in length and terrain, not necessarily within the same walk, but certainly extending the boundaries on a progressive basis. I looked at some of the National Trails and was enticed by the Yorkshire Wolds Way & Cleveland Way as both are reasonably near where I lived, but time was a constraint so I looked around for a trail that offered distance along with the ability to do it in sections on a come and go basis. I settled on the Derwent Valley Heritage Way which is much nearer my home and is reasonably flat, meaning I could put in some mileage to strengthen my muscles, whilst at the same time not have to worry about ascents and descents. I have now completed the first 2 sections totalling 30km and have to say I have enjoyed the route tremendously so far. I will post a more comprehensive account of the walk when it is completed. Following the injuries there was a great deal of muscle wastage in my ankle, knee, leg and lower back as a result of being laid up, coupled with a refusal of the NHS to provide physio, due to cut backs and the fact that I was active before the accident and therefore capabale of getting myself active again in recovery. So walking distances over reasonably level ground is fine but doesn’t stretch the joints to produce strong ligaments and tendons. The answer for this is moorland walking over rough paths and across moors with no descernable route other than through tussocks of grass, heather, bracken and bog. Add a good ascent and descent and you have enough ankle, and knee turning opportunities, thigh building and hamstring stretching movements to strengthen any wastrel.

My walking log says that there have been several Peak District National Park Ranger Service patrols across moorland and up narrow cloughs, crossing streams, swearing profusely and generally regretting my choice of route. But it is having a beneficial effect with muscle build up, strengthening of ligaments and tendons and a reduction in body fat which built up over the period of incapacity. There is still plenty of room for improvement and muscle tone is still seriously lacking but confidence is increasing and this has been a serious issue, especially on descents, down rough paths and tracks. The walking has brought with it it’s own issues especially pain in the knee joint and lower back, this has lessened over the weeks with ongoing use but still flares up if I extend a walk beyond the limits my body has become used to. A day or two after is then required for recooperation. I am fine with these bouts of pain, they are nothing compared to the weeks of inactivity and I have learnt about vitamin (I) or Ibruprofen.

On a recent walk along Derwent Edge in the Upper Derwent Valley I was showing a walking friend the trig point at Back Tor. You have to climb up on to the top of a gritstone rock to get close, which I managed to do with a little grunting. I noted that my body was not helping the climb by being out of balance and instead of leaning into the rock which sloped upwards, it seemed to over balance backwards. I managed to correct this but it was a tense moment and a little fear reared its ugly head. On the descent there was a greater problem. How to get down? The rock seemed to move in my eyes and my mind could not grasp where to put my feet, there being no real handholds a very real panic started to gnaw at me and I could visualise myself falling. My friend asked if I needed help, that’s how bad I was. I ended up sitting myself down and shimmying across the gritstone until I reached a ledge I could use for a descent to ground level. It was disturbing to note how my mind had very quickly built up a doomsday scenario.

My body was responding to exercise and progressing well with good ascents being made in reasonable time. Descents were a little more precarious, both poles being in use and a heel pronounced gait very active in evidence. I needed to add a little more toughness to the walks and was finding it hard to achieve that in the Peak District, so we booked a few nights over the bank holiday weekend in the Lake District. Opting for Langdale as a base I prepared two routes, Coniston Old Man and Pavey Ark. I use OS maps and compass to plan out each leg of the route, noting times, distance and ascent. All this then goes on to a route card which also carries contact information, start time and most importantly when we would expect to return. Preparing the card helps me focus on the area and highlights any problems we may encounter. The card would be left with the National Trust campsite manager so should anything untoward happen help would be at hand. Monday came and brought rain, wind and a flat battery, so a walk up onto Pavey Ark was in order. It proved to be quite a testing walk in more ways than one, and was both good for the soul, mind and body. I will write it up later, but suffice to say the experience had all the elements of a thriller. Due to the flat battery we did not continue our holiday and so did not get to Coniston, something I have to put right.

So that has been August 2012 and the rehabilitation programme is in full swing. The muscles, ligaments and tendons are building strength, perhaps next is to increase the range of movement. What is more important or worrying depending on your point of view is my mental strength. I am still hesitant, not entirely trusting my body to stay upright, something I think will recede with time and effort. But there is also a degree of fear that was not there before, it can show itself when crossing the top of the stairs and I look down, the image of what could be flashing through my minds eye. There are also the dreams, which wake me up in a sweat, heart racing as I look around to find I am in the safety of my bedroom.