Author Archives: Nick Bullock

The unseen sun.

The small town of Parsons Pond on the west coast of Newfoundland is surrounded by water. The Gulf of St Lawrence is to the west and the nine-mile-long Parsons Pond to the east. The town consists a few small houses, … Continue reading

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A tempestuous look back to the future

  It was dark as I drove my little red van towards Glen Coe. Matt Helliker, visiting from Chamonix, was behind in a hire car. Leaving Ballachulish, the petrol station and the Tourist Information Centre on the right, and then … Continue reading

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Chulilla Epiphany.

4am. Friday 6th January, 2017. Chulilla. Spain. In the shadows cast by streetlights, Zylo and I walked the cobbled piazza in the centre of Chulilla. A wash of white confetti circles swirled, butting against stacks of metal chairs outside the … Continue reading

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Time. The Paymaster General.

  I was asked recently by Sarah Stirling to be a part of an article she was writing and collating for Summit Magazine. The article is called Living the Dream. Below was my take on the questions she asked.   … Continue reading

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Nyainqentangla South East via the North Buttress.

I sat in our tent and blue stripe tarp, our makeshift home. Paul Ramsden sat nearby. To our left the fast flowing glacial river pounded grey rocks – rocks rubbed smooth by the constant grey flow. To our knowledge we … Continue reading

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Death of a Disco Dancer.

“Nick, Light and fast spells failure. Slow and heavy works. The weather is never as bad as it first appears and the secret is you don’t come down until you get to the top. Stop early, make a big ledge, … Continue reading

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The Cuckoo.

While van dwelling earlier this year, parked in the pines above Gorges du Tarn in France, the call of a male cuckoo filled the forest. Cu-ckoo, cu-ckoo, echoed from the peeling trunks, the shrill sound threaded between needle covered branches. … Continue reading

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PESDA. Mountaineering Festival in Bethesda.

This time last year, maybe a little earlier, I met Paul Ramsden while cat sitting in the Hippy’s house in Waunfawr. Paul had driven over to chat about travelling to Tibet to try and climb a new route on a … Continue reading

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The Complete Cream.

  “Are you setting a rappel rope?” I turned and looked into a familiar face. Alex Honnold stood looking at me with those large dark eyes that were set in a tanned complexion. Of course I knew he was at … Continue reading

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A Second Beer…

This month its my turn to be the judge in Mountain Equipment’s summer photograph competition #MEclimbing In conjunction with the competition I was asked to supply a piece of writing which is featured on the site here with shots by … Continue reading

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