Behind the films
About
I'm Jim. I live on the Welsh border and I walk, mostly in Wales, mostly the quiet ways up, often with a tent. Somewhere along the line I started carrying a camera and talking to it as if a friend were walking next to me, and that's exactly what the films are: no narrator, no drama, just the walk and whatever the hill turns out to be hiding.
And they're all hiding something. A crashed bomber. A reservoir finished by conscientious objectors when the war took the navvies. A four-thousand-year-old funeral. The routes are chosen for the story as much as the summit, and it's usually the path nobody takes from the car park.
Get in touch
Corrections, local knowledge and "you missed the thing behind the wall" messages are the best part of this: social@jimswildtrails.online, or the comments on any video.