On the eve of another year
Tomorrow I will be 31 years old. And not a bad way to spend it, all things considered. After ten days on the trail and roughly a third of the…
In praise of water and graveyards
Lately I’ve been enjoying two things a great deal. Churches and swims. I know pilgrims are supposed to stop at churches, but for my first week I didn’t really bother.…
Coffee and stories in the old cottage
A long hike brings out the pessimist or optimist in you. Either the weather is always wrong, or it could always be worse. This afternoon I was walking a long…
Five days along the pilgrim road to Trondheim
After five days on the long trail out of Oslo, and four nights skulking in my tent in the woods, it’s finally time for a little comfort. Life in the…
And so it begins
After seven and a half years, ten housemates and a lot of good times, I’ve finally moved out of my London flat. There are wider life schemes afoot, but I’m…
Fornells
Last week I was away on my annual windsurfing trip to Fornells Bay in Minorca. As far as my windsurfing goes, progress is certainly swifter in some quarters than others.…
Bluebells, tow trucks and Pooh Bear
Step into the woods and you’re almost bound to have an adventure. Mine and E’s Saturday morning began sitting in our camp chairs in a gorgeous glade full of bluebells,…
A weekend tramping in Norfolk
I’ve been meaning to post properly about this for a while, but a few weeks ago, I went with my old schoolmates D and T for a weekend walking the…
Le Mans and the Nuit des Chimères
I spent the most recent bank holiday weekend in France. My old mate C was getting hitched in a fairytale castle in Pays de la Loire on the Friday, so…
A Pullman to Pickering
Train travel is a perpetual disappointment to me. No reader currently resident in Great Britain will need me to expand upon this statement, but I always think it’s a shame…
