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The Band of Historical Hillwalkers was founded in 2007. The BHHW advocates the exploration of the great outdoors wearing attire made by underpaid adult craftsmen in the United Kingdom, as opposed to fashion-wear made by underpaid childern in the Pacific Rim.

Tweed, wool and leather boots are worn in preference to inferior man-made materials. The BHHW considers velcro, gortex and other such imposters objectionable and the wearing therof is politely discouraged.

Our mandate is to get outside, breath the air and engage with the world for a few moments. Along the way we make pinhole photographs or draw and paint the scenes before us, taking time to be present and amazed by the world.
Whether hiking 15 miles or just strolling a few hundred yards onto a salt marsh the Historical Hillwalker pauses and interprets the scene before them, seeing the world rather than merely glancing at it. In this way we engage with the colours, the play of light and the atmosphere and by doing so become whole and happier.
The same ethos applies to all areas of life, for instance, choosing clothes and kit made with natural fibers by people who care about what they are doing and by prefering food that is grown with respect for the enviroment and producer. In this way the Historical Hillwalker endevours to make a positive difference and encourge the ‘right thing’ as much as he/she can.


MORE THOUGHTS 
(taken from an article that appeared in 'Walk' Magazine, 2008)

Quite a crowd had gathered around us as we snapped some photos in the Pen y Pass car park, interested in ‘the strange men in funny clothing’ as one schoolboy so eloquently called us.

‘Just what are you doing?’ a young teacher asked.

‘We are the Band of Historical Hillwalkers,’ announced my friend Wolf, ‘and we are here to climb Mt Snowdon and to prove the benefits of old fashioned clothing over new.’ He pointed at my wool trousers, Tweed jacket and leather Fell boots.

‘They look uncomfortable,’ the teacher said, looking at the extra wide and strangely shaped boots.

‘Not at all,’ I replied, ‘the curve in the sole actually helps to propel you uphill…’

 

I don’t think the crowd were really that interested, they’d come for a day in the hills not a lecture, but we told them a bit more anyway, and they were polite enough to listen, apart from two lads at the back, who had their heads down playing games on their mobile phones.

‘I’m wearing wool socks,’ I said, ‘and merino wool thermal underwear…’

‘Oh, that must be so itchy,’ a lad said.

‘No, its normal wool that’s itchy, Merino wool is different,’ I said, ‘it's extremely fine and any friction isn't actually able to be picked up by the human skin.’

‘But all those buttons, it’s not very convenient, is it, ‘smiled a sporty lady, ‘surely zips and velcro are better?’

‘You’re probably right,’ I smiled back, failing to add, out of politeness, that if she was actually interested in things being convenient she’d be taking the train up to the summit of Snowdon rather than walking there, wouldn’t she? Or…perhaps what’s convenient is not actually what’s best?

 

If it sounds to you like I’m already biased towards natural fibres and old style clothing and, consequently, not the best person to test old against new, then perhaps you’re right. I’ve hiked for twenty years wearing modern gear and never been really comfortable in it. I always felt that it looked ridiculous, never lived up to it’s claims and I could never quite forget the fact that it was made mostly by slave labourers in sweatshops out of non sustainable materials. So why stick it out for twenty years? Simply, I was sucked in by the marketing and I didn’t know any other way. That was until a friend gave me a second hand Tweed jacket and pair of wool trousers one day and suggested I try them out in the hills. 

 

So I did. And two months later, having explored the Moroccan Atlas and seen the old wool perform better than anything I’d ever worn before, I was converted.

 

The crowd drifted away. As we finished preparing for our hike only a single old man remained.

‘That gabardine waterproof should be longer,’ he advised, ‘down past your bottom. I remember them from way back.’

 

He may be right, I mused as we started off up the misty Pyg track, my waterproof could do with being a bit longer. We’d had them made from vintage WW11 cotton gabardine  according to a 1940’s British Army pattern but in retrospect, British army design was never that good and perhaps we should’ve gone for a different, longer pattern, something resembling Mallory’s 1920’s gabardine jacket for instance. Whatever, the plus points of my smock was obvious enough to me as I walked. Namely, it kept the rain out, it didn’t rustle like modern waterproofs do (we could hear other people on the trail way before we saw them) and its neutral colour fitted in with the landscape far more harmoniously than anything else we were to see that day.

 

What something looks like is pretty important. One of the reasons I go into the mountains is that I want a peaceful, pleasant day full of nice scenery. The last thing I need is to see slopes full of rustling orange and red dots before me. But see them I did as we trekked on, following the fluorescent hoards up the final snowy path to the peak. A bright yellow rescue helicopter flashed overheard, reminding me of the obvious reason for wearing such loud clothes. But if people want to be seen in the event of a fall why not just wrap themselves in a foldaway cheap silver space blanket, which they should be carrying anyway to keep them warm in case of injury?

 

The summit was crowded and the differences between us travelling with an old mindset and those others around us were immediately obvious. A group of six lads stood sweating heavily, changing their wringing wet shirts and dousing themselves in deodorant. We didn’t need to. Wool moves water in its vapour state, has been measured to absorb up to 35% of its weight in moisture without feeling wet and, as a neutrally charged fibre, it doesn’t attract or hold odor-causing bacteria. Consequently our clothes were dry and fresh, even after the ascent. As opposed to those of the sweaty lads, made from synthetic materials, which only move water in a liquid state after it has condensed and which are positively charged so suck the bacteria up hungrily. Poo!

 

We chatted, admired the view, enjoyed a nip of scotch and took photos. Others sharing the summit with us spoke loudly into their mobiles ’Yeah, I’m on Snowdon, like, y’know, weathers rubbish y’know…’ and kids threw stones at the seagulls whilst their parents bellowed ‘Steven, Katie, ham or cheese?’

 

There was a constant ebb and flow of people. Once the summit was attained it was quickly discarded in favour of a quick return to car park. Our route guide, downloaded from a modern website, had said the trek up and down would take four and a half hours. It had taken us that just to get up. This is another difference between the new and old ways of doing things. Nowadays everybody’s in such a rush to achieve everything that all they end up with is a host of substandard experiences. What’s the point in that? I’m fit enough to run marathons but it wouldn’t seem sane to me to rush up and down a mountain in double quick time with no pause to paint, photograph, explore and share several peaceful hours chatting with my mates…

 

Not many people like to face up to their own actions and choices. Where our clothes come from is an interesting subject but the truth of the matter doesn’t make comfortable reading. According to Ethical Consumer magazine much of the hiking gear on show in today’s countryside was produced by sweatshops in the Far East who employ child and slave labour. The magazines report concluded that if you want to trek in an ethically sound way you simply have no choice but to either buy second hand (where you’ll get twice the quality for half the price) or to adopt the Historical Hillwalkers approach of seeking out small companies that pay their workers good rates to make decent clothes with natural materials.

 

It may sound like I’ve got a puritanical and unrealistic attitude to the modern hiking world. I would disagree.

 

I’m saying that we should take personal responsibility for ourselves. I’m saying we should take into account that we are not the only people on the planet and that others might not like to see our awful loud clothing or hear us yelling into our mobile or generally acting in the country like we do in the big city. I’m saying we should slow down and get creative. And I’m saying that there’s no need to buy into the outdoor industries’ marketing campaigns…

 

Forget the clothes with miracle ‘wicking’ properties and more. You don’t need them. A standard set of Merino thermals with wool bags, shirt, socks and jumper followed by a Tweed jacket and gabardine waterproof looks far better and is totally adequate for summer in the sub 2000 metre European mountains. For winter just add two or three layers of wool/silk thermals. George Mallory had basically this same gear (albeit with eight layers of wool and silk) when he climbed Everest and his clothing has been proved to have been perfectly adequate. It doesn’t have to be expensive either. My hand made waterproof smock cost £80, which is not much more than a similar standard waterproof produced from unsuitable materials in sweatshop conditions.  Ditto my boots, which are all leather and retail for just under £150. Sure, I could get a pair of standard hiking boots for £100, but the thought that my boots are made for life and are keeping a man in a job in the Peak District is worth the extra £50 to me.

 

We returned via the Miners track, an easy hike affording some really spectacular views of the surrounding lakes and peaks. We stopped several times for a chat and a smoke and to gaze upon the Y Lliwedd ridge, where those Everest climbers of old that we so admire had trained, and arrived back at our hotel, the Legacy Royal Victoria in Llanberis, just after seven.

 

We walked into the lobby, were greeted warmly by the reception staff and instead of rushing off to get changed headed straight for a drink. Imagine doing that in stinky bright hiking gear without offending or amusing everybody else in the bar? As it was the Tweed didn’t look a bit out of place, in fact I think it got us served first over a few men in football shirts. So long to the days of packing two outfits, one for the hills and one for the town. I raised a cider to what was, in my eyes, the final victory of the day of old gear over new.

 

The Hillwalkers Guide to Walking Mt Snowdon

Time/Distance: Allow 8 or 9 hours to ascend Snowdon via the Pyg Track and descend via the Miners track, a total of approx 11kms in all.

 

Maps & Guides: Mt Snowdon is possibly the best trekked mountain in Britain and these two paths are very well marked and equally well travelled. We carried a simple map and written guide that we downloaded from the internet at www.harbach.4ever.org.uk/snowdonia/snowdon/rpyg.htm

 

Travel to: By rail the nearest link is Bangor main line station, which is approximately 12 miles from Llanberis. www.nationalrail.co.uk - 08457484950

By coach you go to Llandudno or Caernarfon and from there by local bus to Llanberis. www.nationalexpress.com – 08717 818181

 

Travel Around: Snowdon Sherpa service can drop you right at the Pen Y Pass car park. Their timetables can be viewed online at www.visitcaernarfon.com/sherpa/index.html

 

Further Info: The excellent LegacyRoyalVictoriaHotel in Llanberis can be viewed online at www.legacy-hotels.co.uk and contacted by telephone 0870 832 9903, fax 0870 832 9904 or email res-royalvictoria@legacy-hotels.co.uk

 

Great outdoor boots are made by William Lennon & Co. Their catalogue can be viewed at www.williamlennon.co.uk

 

Our 1940s vintage windproof smocks were made by Pegasus Militaria, who can be seen at www.pegasusmilitaria.com or contacted on 0208 3687588

 

We get our Merino wool thermals and socks online from www.nznature.co.nz