Category Travel Writing
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 →
Heard the one about the Englishman who went up a hill and came down a mountain? You may have seen the Hugh Grant film, based on a story about the village of Taffs Well and Mynydd y Garth, which hulks… Continue Reading →
I’m running over Dinas Head, a cyan ocean sparkling below and the endless sands of Newport enticing in the distance. Not really, of course, because we’re in the middle of lockdown and I haven’t been further than two miles from… Continue Reading →
“It’s been a long December and there’s reason to believe Maybe this year will be better than the last” – A Long December, Counting Crows I’m crunching over endless white under endless blue, eyes half closed against the… Continue Reading →
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 →
