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"
For Rufus’ first proper backpack we kept the route short and the plan simple; an amble and a scramble up and over the knobbled summit of Causey Pike following the ridge to Sail before dropping down to the valley to camp. It was a still and balmy afternoon in late September, warm enough to make the ascent […]Read more "Small steps…"
We left the car just outside of the deserted hamlet of Bowscale on a baking hot June afternoon, both of us smothered in sun cream and each carrying a pack for the night. Initially we counted our blessings for the idyllic summer conditions; pale blue skies framing fells carpeted with lush greens and yellows, there was also the promise of some […]Read more "missing the summit not missing the point"
One of those grim grey Saturdays in April where it lashed it down all day but suddenly brightened up an hour before sunset. Just enough to time to head north and meander up and down Mam Tor against a freezing wind to the find the season’s last patches of snow to hurl at each other. The best […]Read more "The lengths we’ll go to for a snowball fight"
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"
Just a quick post to say that Rufus and I can be found among the pages of the latest copy of The Great Outdoors in a feature called ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ that tells a story of his first backpacking adventure, a walk and a wild camp in the north western fells undertaken last […]Read more "The Great Outdoors"
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"
Total distance: just over 8 miles Total bags of Haribo eaten: just over 3 I’ve wanted to take Toby out backpacking ever since he took his first few steps, so a proper trip into the heart of the Lake District to wander up into the hills and spend a night under the stars had been several years […]Read more "Backpacking with an eight year old: a little further, a little higher, for a little longer"
There’s been no posts here for a while, mainly because the boys and I made the most of a long hot summer getting out and about. A few solo backpacking trips were squeezed in here and there, not too mention some excessively sunny miles on the bike and the odd fell race as well, but more […]Read more "Summer Holidays: campfires, fossils and forests"