Rebecca Lees Writer

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A mountain for the mind

I’m on top of the world, or, at least, higher than anyone else in Wales or England right now. I’m with two of my three favourite people under a searing sky, a spiral of walkers fanning out patiently below us…. Continue Reading →

April, come she will

We leave lockdown just as the T5 grinds, literally and horribly, to a halt, half a mile from home. A harsh scraping, nothing in the gears and I freewheel to kerbside safety.   A two-hour wait for a tow is… Continue Reading →

My Mothers’ Day gift guide for the outdoors mum

Forget flowers and chocolates*, spring is in the air and what your mum really wants this Mothers’ Day is to skip into the Great Outdoors (believe me, after a year of homeschooling and the shortest Dry January known to womankind,… Continue Reading →

2020 vision: Looking forward… and looking back

The strangest of years comes to a close with a mild pffft. Not for 2020 the traditional fireworks – of which I never take notice anyway, other than to ensure an anxious greyhound is tucked in the middle of a… Continue Reading →

Room of one’s own in not so splendid isolation

We move beyond local lockdown into isolation, our little trio bunkering down to a halt as the world outside the window continues to turn. A teen loses all sense of taste and smell and I lose the sense of humour… Continue Reading →

(Half) marathon effort for lockdown: round II

We’re back in lockdown. After 72 days of relative freedom, I slowly, mechanically brace. Round two is like round one, but without the Dunkirk spirit and the Stronger Together hashtag. We’re not together; we’re segregated now by local lockdowns, some… Continue Reading →

The longest days

I’m strolling, at a suitable distance, with friends through woods dappling under bursts of sunlight. We’re approaching the longest day and this is one of a flurry of local walks snappily arranged as soon as Mark Drakeford says it’s ok…. Continue Reading →

Love in a corona climate

I’m on a virtual date. It’s exactly the same as a standard date, just with a slight gap of 11 miles between us. With some of the dates I’ve endured in the past, 11 miles would be a little too… Continue Reading →

Raising girls – and boys – to mark International Women’s Day

I don’t have a sense of humour. I know this, because a guy on Instagram tells me so. I leave a line of rolly-eye emojis in the wake of his post about all women talking ‘shite’ and being unable to… Continue Reading →

Glamping in the Afan Valley, Pt II

I’m lying in bed in the T5, looking wistfully through the window at a gorgeous camping hut bathed in late evening sunshine. Lionel is lying on his bed, looking wistfully up at me. Lionel is in the dog house and… Continue Reading →

Review: Willow Springs Campsite, Afan Valley

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 →

Review: Shine shampoo bar

Another weekend, another campsite, and the showers are wonderfully hot but without that camping-shower essential – a little shelf for the washing necessities. But that’s ok because my Shine shampoo tin is just the perfect size to balance on a… Continue Reading →

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