Whilst looking for a summer read last year, I came across a worn but well-loved book in a small local bookstore. The date stamp inside read December 1976, and the cover showed a charismatic man in front of a snowy mountain. With a title like In High Places, I was sold. After the first chapter, I was gripped.
The author, Dougal Haston, lived up to his moniker, “The Mick Jagger of the Mountains”—he enjoyed life as much as he enjoyed climbing. Coming from a small town surrounded by mountains myself, his approach to them felt relatable. His recollections of summits and the details of his ascents read like pub-told stories—ones that keep you hooked until the end.
Sadly, Haston passed away in an avalanche at the age of 36. It really makes you wonder how much further he could have gone, what new heights he might have reached, while also reminding you that the mountains are there to be respected.