Wild Camping Blogs
For me, wild camping isn’t just about sleeping outside; it’s about being in the right place at the right time. My wild camping blog documents the lengths I go to for the perfect shot, from freezing nights on the snow-covered summits of Snowdonia to the remote valleys of the Shropshire Hills.
Here you will find trip reports, route insights, and the reality of hauling camera gear up mountains, to capture the solitude, the elements, and some amazing video footage.
Snowdonia Wild Camping Blogs
Trip reports and behind-the-scenes information from my Snowdonia wild camping trips. From muddy boots, through freezing winds and Pot Noodles, to the (sometimes) incredible rewards of wild camping in Snowdonia National Park. Over the years, I’ve hauled my gear up some of the most punishing and beautiful slopes in Snowdonia, from the rugged Rhinogydd to the towering Carneddau, all to capture the landscape at its best.
I’ve spent frozen nights on Pen yr Ole Wen, battling the elements to film my Winter Camping in Snowdonia Video. That trip was a mission, but it was brutally beautiful —hauling 25kg of kit up the steep slopes from the Ogwen Valley, getting held up by a baby goat on the path, and shivering through the night just to capture the Glyderau draped in snow. It’s all good fun!
Read about what was probably my best wild camping trip so far, one that I can’t imagine can ever get any better, visually, take a look at Two Years and 805 Metres: The Cloud Inversion That Defined My Commitment to Snowdonia Stock Footage. This was not just luck, well, there was a lot of that to be honest, but this was also the result of persistence and decades of learning the mountains of Snowdonia. I can’t put into words just how beautiful the mountains were that week.
It’s not always about the "perfect" cinematic shot, though. Sometimes it’s just about being there. Sometimes it’s about experiencing the clag, wind and rain, the dripping tent, the muddy ground, the cold hands and soggy socks to help balance the awesomeness you’ve experienced elsewhere. A grounding. Something to bring you back down to earth, Snowdonia does that. Quite often.
From beautiful, still, warm 3-day treks across the Rhinogydd to brutal nights of winter camping in Snowdonia at its coldest, these blogs are the behind-the-scenes reality of how I film my wild camping vlogs and build my Snowdonia stock footage library.
Shropshire Wild Camping Blogs
The reality of wild camping on the Shropshire Hills, from wild pony encounters and Baltic weather on the Long Mynd, to the surprising, quaint, ruggedness of my local patch.
Don't let the rolling green slopes fool you. The Shropshire Hills might lack the jagged peaks of Snowdonia, but they have a bite of their own. I’ve spent countless nights up here, often using these local hills as the testing ground for new gear—and my own patience. Whether it's hauling a heavy pack up to the Stiperstones or battling the "clag" on Caer Caradoc, this is where the graft happens.
I’ve had nights on Ashlet Hill where the wind chill hit -15°C, turning a simple wild camp into a survival exercise for my toes (and a great excuse to test my down booties). I’ve lain awake listening to the wind howl, only to realise the noise outside wasn't the weather—it was a wild pony licking the condensation off my tent. It sounds funny in hindsight, but when a 400kg animal decides your MSR Elixir is a salt lick in the pitch black, you wake up pretty sharpish.
Read about the persistence required to get the shot, like my winter trip up Caer Caradoc. I spent 18 hours freezing in thick fog, waiting for a sunrise that XCWeather promised but nature refused to deliver—until the very last second. That trip came down to exactly 4 minutes and 28 seconds of light. That’s the reality of stock footage filming: hours of shivering for moments of gold.
But the rewards here are unique. The dark skies over the Long Mynd have gifted me everything from the Northern Lights on Callow Hill to perfectly framed Starlink trains rising over Pole Bank. Here, it’s not just about huge vistas, it’s about the intimacy of these hills, the solitude of a mid-week camp, and the occasional standoff with a herd of ponies at dawn.
From testing Hilleberg tents in a hoolie to cooking steak in the snow, these blogs cover the muddy, cold, and brilliant reality of wild camping in Shropshire.
