A few photos of a few places taken over the last twelve months; some with the kids, some with friends, mostly alone. Some from trips that were many months in the making, others from trips that were planned an hour before leaving the house. Numerous trips were cancelled, postponed and rearranged due to what’s been something of an […]Read more "2016 “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”"
The holidays were fast drawing to a close, school and September were looming and we still hadn’t arranged any kind of a holiday. Buying a house that (still) needs rewiring and a new boiler whilst living off one income has meant luxuries like holidays have had to take a rain check for the time being. […]Read more "The young man goes up the old man with his old man"
There’s definite advantages to being impulsive and having a spontaneous streak running through you. For example, a recent weekend mountain forecast promising clear skies after a heavy snowfall prompted cancelling all plans, packing a bag the night before and setting an alarm for 5am. There’s excitement and adventure in the unpredictability of it all, not […]Read more "The Mountains are Calling and I……..forgot my camera"
A few weeks ago I received an unexpected phonecall from my friend/landlady, it was only a five minute conversation but the upshot was that I needed to quickly find a new place for me and the boys (and our cat) to live. This wasn’t great news, over the last eighteen months the house we’d been renting had become […]Read more "A Life Aquatic: Packrafting in Cumbria"
A night camped out on the lonely grassy moors around Bleaklow almost feels like returning home after a longer trip. Having nearly dried out from a spectacular backpack in the northwest highlands a few weeks had passed, which is just long enough for itchy feet to be setting in, a simple night on the hills was needed. Only an hour away by […]Read more "Something simple"
58km walked over five days A plan had started to form almost exactly a year ago, a warm sunny Easter Sunday just before 7am sat on the summit of Mullach Coire Mhic Fhearchair during a round of the great wilderness of Fisherfield. Looking south to Torridon lay a sprawling sea of jagged summits, all wearing the last of the […]Read more "Plan B: A backpack around the bothies of Attadale"
Seeing as the festive period is a time when you are widely encouraged to indulge yourself, it made sense to spend some time doing what I love. This was my first ever christmas away from the boys and although I’d had numerous offers from friends and family to spend the day with them, wherever I […]Read more "“let it snow, let it snow, let it snow”"