Author Archives: Nick Bullock

Last night I watched Morrissey on the i-player singing live at Glastonbury Festival. My first thought was, ‘My, doesn’t Morrissey look like Tom Briggs’. And later, while watching a u-tube clip of The Smiths on Top of the Pops from … Continue reading →

The west is a consumer society, our world runs on people wanting and buying, buying and wanting… I don’t have a problem with this, it’s better than communism. But what I do find difficult to accept is the, ‘I want … Continue reading →

   Balloons, Kathmandu. Between Thamel buildings, an early morning slice of sun reflects as shoals of silver. The smell of the night is heavy in the gutter. A woman squats. Fingers break the water’s surface. Drops flick from a blue … Continue reading →

Life flows. Places, time, people. Groundhog Day or déjà vu? Similar experiences, memories flood. Have I been here before? Will I be here again? Sitting outside terminal 4, Heathrow Airport, the spring sun warms the paving flags beneath my bare … Continue reading →

The run up to going on an expedition can be fraught. In fact, it is fraught, especially if the sun is shining and mates are calling to go rock climbing. Fortunately, this time, it wasn’t sunny, it was raining when … Continue reading →

The shock-tang smell of freshly cut grass brings anticipation and expectation for the season ahead. Swallows with tired wings, hunting sluggish flies, flit on thermals above the bright red cliffs of Rhoscolyn. Seagulls lay claim to ledge and chuckle. The … Continue reading →

  (Above is Kyashar and the South Pillar. Credit Andy Houseman.) On the 6th of April, Andy Houseman and I fly from Heathrow to Kathmandu. After a couple of days in Kath, it’s the death flight into Lukla, followed by … Continue reading →

(Nick Bullock looking for Fairies. Credit Andy Houseman.)  When the going is good, it’s generally only a matter of time before shit happens. Call me a cynic, but this is what I believe. (Well, unless you are Matt Helliker, then … Continue reading →

“Now then Bullhorn are you coming climbing with us on Monday.”  Guy Robertson’s zeal travelled across the airways and bellowed from my mobile phone, which I was now holding at a reasonable distance from my ear. He continued in some … Continue reading →

The weather for the whole of the week we were in Lofoten was, to put it simple, rubbish. Experienced as the three of us are with battling it out in the face of crappy weather, this weather was special. Warm, … Continue reading →