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Travel Writing
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 →
I’m elbow-deep in bubbles on a campsite in the Ogwen Valley, filling the washing up shed with the gorgeous scent of citrus orange. When I’ve finished here I’m going to pop over to the shower block and wash myself and… Continue Reading →
Well it’s not often I discuss my smalls on social media – it’s not that kind of blog – but bear with me on this one as these briefs are made from… beech! Yep, if you like your undies on… Continue Reading →
With an autumnal nip in the air, now’s about the time to switch those lighter summer rucksacks to full winter kit… and firmly at the top of my checklist is my new favourite accessory. As friends know, I do like… 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 →
For someone who doesn’t watch a great deal of telly, this week I’ve been glued. Winterwatch – yay! Britain’s Favourite Walks – whoo hoo! Winterwatch clashing with Britain’s Favourite Walks on Tuesday night – dilemma! Now, I love January, but… Continue Reading →
The week starts with a lumbar puncture and ends with what should have been my brother’s 45th birthday. As far as weeks go, it’s not the best and I can’t really afford the luxury of a day off for my… Continue Reading →
Heading out with your four-legged friend this summer? Whether you’re a local or a visitor to sunny south Wales, it’s essential to know where you can get a restorative cuppa and a true canine croeso too. Here are some of… Continue Reading →
I’m 1,400m up and can see the whole world. The only souls in sight are my children and a hearty Croatian tour guide called Radamant, who speaks six languages. In old money, which I still use, 1,400m is almost 4,600ft… Continue Reading →
