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Walking Trails
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 →
Oops, I’ve done it again. A few weeks after the Welsh 3 Peaks Challenge, when my feet and hair have returned to their normal state, I’m scrolling through Facebook and spy a call for runners to join City Hospice’s Cardiff… 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 →
I’m on my first trail run and it’s not going well. I’m running through Fforest Fawr, the lush woodland backdrop to the fairytale Castell Coch. The wood is in full summer flourish and I think it might be enchanted. I’m… Continue Reading →
I’m scrabbling up loose rock on the eastern flank of Snowdon. It’s raining sideways and everything’s grey – not because it’s 5.30am but because it’s one of the 348 mornings of the year in Wales when everything just is. I’ve… Continue Reading →
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 →
