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.”"
Sandwiched between bursts of hail that gave the impression that the sky was collapsing, we headed for The Golden Road and walked along the long ridge that crests the Preseli Mountains. We made our way over miles of wild grassy moorland and jumped over puddles of slick black mud and deep bogs to reach the top of Foel […]Read more "Picnic on Mynydd Preseli"
Last December I was cycling home from work on a Tuesday evening, I always work a longer day on a Tuesday so I can do the school run for the rest of the week, it’s always a bit of a slog working eleven hours straight but the payoff makes it worthwhile. A few minutes into […]Read more "Whatever floats your boat"
We should be moving house again within a couple of weeks, this will be my fourth house move in just over two years. The difference this time is that we’re buying and it will be a home rather than just another house to rent, a place for the three of us to call our own for […]Read more "2015: bivi bags, bothies and blow up boats"
At the far end of Cwm Cywarch, one of the quieter corners of Snowdonia, a faded tatty information poster framed in wood describes the old system of transhumance. Farmers would move their livestock around the mountains between higher and lower pastures in time with the seasons, staying on higher ground during the warmer summer months and retreating down to the […]Read more "Hafod: a summer resting place"
28km with 2986m ascent over 3 days The last trip to Snowdonia was about six months ago just before solstice, three long days walking alone in the lush green valleys and along an empty Nantlle ridge with a light pack in perfect weather, endless sunshine with an occasional warm breeze, the June light lasted long enough […]Read more "Blizzards, Spindrifts and a Frozen Beard: A Winter Backpack in Carneddau"
A year bookended by long dark winter camps where frost coated the tent and hot drinks were made on repeat for the sole purpose of staying warm. As the months passed and the days grew longer and warmer endless summer days were spent backpacking; travelling light, walking till sundown and setting off again at dawn. All in […]Read more "2014: a year outside"