My First Time Wild Camping Alone.

I picked a spot to head towards. Roughly ten minutes away. All uphill. But the trees deceived me, they looked a lot nearer then they were. Half an hour later I gave up, here will do. The sound of the wind kept tipping me over, the power of it mocking my unsteady feet. I shelteredContinue reading “My First Time Wild Camping Alone.”

Thoughts while walking the Wicklow Way

The Wicklow Way. If you are in Ireland or you are on your way, you must do it. Uphill, downhill, views that make you shit your pants, waterfalls, silence, drinking out of streams, no crowds, no people, so few yellow arrows that you are bound to get lost….132km of the fairytale Ireland that you thoughtContinue reading “Thoughts while walking the Wicklow Way”

Camino de Santiago – Porto to Santiago 230km

Two pairs of socks pulled on over my iodine soaked and plastered feet. Runners stepped into swiftly – the faster I do it means the less pain I must endure. Laces looped and knotted up. Backpack thrown over my sunburnt back and clipped into place. Poncho and jumper hanging over the straps. Cap pulled downContinue reading “Camino de Santiago – Porto to Santiago 230km”

First warm water surf holiday

Slotted into a Ryanair window seat like a piece of tetris, burnt back against cheap leather, sunburnt thighs chaffing against my denim jeans, particles of skin peeling off my nose and a cracked collarbone tucked awkwardly beneath my skin. Salt and sand fall from everywhere as I squirm and toss to get comfortable. All areContinue reading “First warm water surf holiday”

#microadventure with Al Humphreys

In my years stumbling awkwardly around this planet, I have met many whom I admire. Some became heroes in my eyes. But I have always had a flaw in my way of thinking, I tend to put people on top of a pedestal so high up that even in all their apparent brilliance, they couldContinue reading “#microadventure with Al Humphreys”

#microadventure in Scotland

I write this on the train as I speed away from  the freedom and the magic of the countryside, hurtling back to Edinburgh, back to the comfort zone. I’m acutely aware that my eyes might be glazed over as I think back on the weekend but I reckon for the moment I still remain farContinue reading “#microadventure in Scotland”

My Dad has three daughters, no sons

My Dad has three daughters. No sons. He loves the outdoors, especially the view of it from his bike.  He had a decision to make when the three of us came along. Conscious or unconscious, I’m not sure which, he would have to choose whether to teach us what a father commonly teaches his son. He couldContinue reading “My Dad has three daughters, no sons”