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I’m cwtched under a duvet in a wooden chalet on wheels. It’s blowing an unseasonal hoolie, warm 50mph gusts buffeting the hut and whistling into the fading embers of a log fire. Late evening light glows through the curtains and… Continue Reading →
I’m scrabbling up loose rock on the eastern flank of Snowdon. It’s raining sideways and everything’s grey – not because it’s 5.30am but because it’s one of the 348 mornings of the year in Wales when everything just is. I’ve… Continue Reading →
Anything the National Trust can do, I can do, um, not nearly as well, but I’m nothing if not a trier. The Trust recently published its Winter walks in Wales and I found myself ticking off seven fingers out of… Continue Reading →
I close the year as I start it, blogging about books. It seems fitting to come full circle (bookending the year, if you will) because I haven’t really got anywhere in 2018. I mean, I’ve gone lots of places, seeking… Continue Reading →
After nearly three years of sunrise and sunset walks with no one to share my hot chocolate with, it seems time again to foray into the world of dating. The last time I forayed, it ended in a marriage briefer… Continue Reading →
The still-immaculate OS map I bought just a couple of hours ago in the Elan Valley visitor centre is perched on a dam wall 120ft up. I’m tracing Esgair Perfedd with my finger and wondering whether I can squeeze a… Continue Reading →
July is joyous. The heatwave goes on and endlessly on and I cram work into all kinds of odd 6ams and 10pms to be outside in it. I head along Fans Hir and Brycheiniog, through cotton grass tipped snow-white against… Continue Reading →
The arrival of weighing scales in our house generates huge excitement. The teen has wanted a set for a while and, after much hmmm-ing and we’ll-see-ing, I cave and pop some into our shopping trolley. I’m really not a fan… Continue Reading →
There’s a reason why I love writing. It’s because writing, as I discovered at a very young age, is infinitely preferrable to standing up and speaking to a whole bunch of people. And for someone who really doesn’t like speaking… Continue Reading →
I’m coming down off Corn Du by torchlight, chatting to a guy I’ve met just a couple of hours earlier. I’m not entirely sure if he’s the same guy I was chatting to five minutes ago, as all I can… Continue Reading →
I’m standing under a solitary lamp in otherwise pitch blackness, pressing security code digits for the 114th time. I feel a bit like the drunk guy scraping his key down the front door on a birthday card I once received,… Continue Reading →
I was privileged recently to be asked to guest blog for Julia Bradbury’s site, The Outdoor Guide. Now you may have heard me once or twice mention that my forthcoming book is called Quiet Walks for Quiet Minds, so I… Continue Reading →
