Pick your colour

Ah, the colours — yes, here they are, gathered like pebbles from a well-worn path or plucked from the hedgerows on a late afternoon wander. Rambling doesn’t really go in for anything too shouty or polished. Instead, we tend to favour tones that feel like they’ve been around a while — a little sun-faded, rain-washed, wind-brushed. Earthy, muted, and quietly confident.

These are the sorts of colours you might stumble upon out on the moors or nestled in an old woollen jumper at the back of a cupboard. That soft green that looks like it belongs in a pine forest after rain. A pink not unlike the inside of a dog rose. That sort of blue-grey that fog takes on when it’s drifting up a valley. Ochre like the sun hitting dried grass. A burnt red, not far off rusted iron gates or weathered brick. And then of course the creams and oatmeals — comforting, familiar, a bit like porridge on a cold morning.

So yes, this is our palette — not flashy, not fussy. Just quietly grounded. Colours that don’t compete with the landscape but melt into it, the way your boots do after a few good miles.