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Walking Trails
You know how Madonna’s hands give her age away? Well, I’ve got Madonna hands, for sure. All my life I’ve been taken for younger than I am – I was still getting asked for ID in my 30s – until… 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 →
Valentine’s Day gently passes and I’m in the gap between the two trapezes; not quite in a relationship, not quite single. My feed fills with smiling couples drinking champagne and on mountains – often at the same time – and… 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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
