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Walking Trails
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 →
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 →
Christmas arrives early with the best present deliverable. The results are in and gift-wrapped in the form of a letter reporting that the lumbar findings are ‘pretty normal’. The default worry button in my head hovers over the ‘pretty’, but just… 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 →
