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Travel Writing
This new rucksack has a lot to live up to, I think as I pack for a night in the hills. I’m rather partial to the 35L daypack I’ve been wearing thin for the last five years, to the point… Continue Reading →
Time slows in the Tywi Valley. Houses scatter, phones lose signal and more than once I’ve switched off the engine, mid-tarmac, to patiently wait for a mama sheep and her babies to stagger up from a sun-soaked doze and move… Continue Reading →
Summer slips into September; it seems only a few short weeks since I watched a shimmering solstice from a quiet beacon, yet somehow the equinox is almost here. Sunrises sharpen, leaves gently crispen and I wistfully pack away the light… Continue Reading →
Loyal readers and random visitors (hello, you’re welcome) may have noticed I’ve spent the summer on something of a mission; to complete my kit bag. The essentials have long been there – layers, waterproofs, first aid kits (human and hound),… Continue Reading →
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 →
Some reviews write themselves. I could just say “I absolutely love this tent” and leave it at that, I really could. But hey, you say, we need to know why. So ok, here are some reasons! I’m on my… Continue Reading →
I’m zipping down the Helter Skelter, knuckles and several other parts of me white. I say ‘zipping’; I could probably hike faster, but when you haven’t done this for, oh, about 33 years, it feels as gravity defying as being… Continue Reading →
I walk on a record-breakingly hot day into the sun, the table-top ridge of Fan Hir and Brycheiniog silhouetting my destination. The upland slopes are still sloshy in spite of the lingering dry spell and I know I’m home, high… Continue Reading →
We’re heading to the only place in Wales that the teens don’t mind being without wifi. It’s Easter, which is synonymous with Rhandirmwyn, our favourite hideaway campsite deep in Carmarthenshire; so deep, it’s nearly in Ceredigion. I’ve actually heard of… Continue Reading →
Main photo: Tony Evans I’m on a hill, hands map-free, blissfully unsure of where we’re going. I have a map with me, of course, deep inside a rucksack pocket. It’s cheerfully vintage, having belonged to my lovely late father-in-law,… Continue Reading →
Unless you’re one of those hardy wild campers who’s just spent a harsh February perched on Striding Edge in a bivvy, drumroll… the camping season is about to begin! I regularly research bivvies and think about being a hardy wild… Continue Reading →
My news feed dances with assurances that my eyebrows are fine. The good hillwalkers of Instagram respond to my last blog post with customary cheer, animation and much encouragement. Apparently, the countryside is filled with decent guys who are too… Continue Reading →
