Term: Outdoor Literature
Explore all pages categorised under the heading Outdoor Literature below.
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Made in Iceland
Maybe I was being naive to think that it is as easily done as it is said. Or maybe I was grasping at straws seeking...
Peace by the Water
I am sat on an endless beach on the southern tip of Barbados watching the sun get lost in the waves. I’m with Carly, my...
The Complacency of Place
The path is marked at regular intervals by plaques bearing the symbol of the journey, a scallop half-shell, set into walls and street signposts. My...
Inis: Water Meadow
It is Samhain, the threshold between summer and winter, light and dark, this world and the otherworld, and I am standing at the top of...
In Memoriam
Almost accidentally, we pulled into the car park at Stoneyfield Farm, to a path on the headland of Stornoway Harbour. It was a path I’d...
The Third Raven
When Flóki Vilgerdarson set out from Denmark with his family in search of a rumoured land beyond the Faeroe Islands, he brought three ravens. It...
The Light Between Worlds
My grandmother was 4 feet and 10 inches on a good day with a head full of short, bouncy curls and a laugh that sounded...
The Next Cross
I only count when the going is tough and on this, the second day of our 8-day backcountry ski expedition in northern Sweden, the going...
Becoming Pirate Mama: Rethinking Life As a Single Mom
The wind blows fierce at 25 knots, strong enough for a Coast Guard small craft advisory. We’re heading straight into the wind, so we must...
A Walk to the End of the Croft
A gaggle of wise-eyed Blackface Sheep watch my husband and me bustle into neon yellow boiler coats and black, knee-high wellies. The boiler coat is...
Snags
A few weeks after giving birth to our second, I stood on top of a mountain. Denali, the highest peak in North America, hid behind...
A First Hike
As I picked my way carefully around the rocks on a trail that meandered in and out of a dry streambed I marveled at two...
Summer of the Bears
A ptarmigan squawked from the nearby willow bushes. Squatting by the pan of water on the Coleman stove, I called my husky, Paris, and did...
Everlasting
A journalist, a real estate advisor, an interior decorator, a writer, and a business woman – we are all mothers. We are all on a...
Weekend Reading
Read all articles, essays, poems, and stories published on Panorama on the weekends in between issues.