I have been a terrible reader all my life. I was rubbish at school and, after the age of about thirteen, was about as interested in it as I was in listening to my parents go on. I had no drive, no interest in the subjects, many of the teachers taught by rote and were […]Read More Making Meaning Less Mean – An Autobiography
At the moment I’m undergoing training with Way of Nature UK which I’m enjoying very much. The training is subtle yet powerful. I find myself not thinking about it for a while but then thrown completely into its path. I decided to take on the training before moving to Italy. It felt like the right […]Read More Flying or Dying?
Around 9 months ago I had my first solo in the hills which I’ve wanted to write about for ages and is still very clear in my mind. The forecast said it would be windy. 50mph winds that night, to be precise. I headed south to the Peak District late afternoon, for an evening out […]Read More A Microadventure in the Hills
I caught a flash this morning, did not dare do a double take. eyes pursued quick flight from oak to oak. The song: sweet, loud, tropical; sure. Dawn light showed brilliant bright yellow bird body. Its possibility only shared yesterday, as if it called ahead. A quick ruffle through pages to identify what faulty sight […]Read More Golden Oriole
I just read an article by the ace Alastair Humphreys where he encourages people to do a good thing when they plan an adventure, like raise money for charity or raise awareness for environmental causes, etc. This article really struck a chord. Since going on my one and only adventure last year my life has changed […]Read More What’s the point of Adventure?
Crossing the river in sturdy boots was easier than barefoot, which I did the previous time to save myself a soaking. The rain passes, the ground is damp and the clay soil surface is slippery. We head upstream to see where best to tackle the steep bit from. Following a tributary, a clearing opens up. […]Read More Slow Journey of the Scree