On the Northumberland Coast Path, walking is enough. The beaches are golden and miles wide. Dolphins play in the water. There are many, many castles. And, when you stop walking, there are some excellent places to get a beer.
I slipped up to my desk just before 9am, relatively unnoticed, with all the dignity I could muster and clutching a sausage sandwich. Adventure is the perfect antidote to the desk.
I had been standing on the edge of the lake for ten minutes. If I didn’t get in soon, it was going to be too dark. I knew I’d regret not going in. I was frustrated with myself. I pushed my sweaty hair away from my face and balled my fists. I was going to do this.
I saw the window in a photograph. A small pane of glass, surrounded by stone, looking down to a valley which cupped a silver lake. A river snaked from the hills, falling from the side of the slate bothy which held the window. Hills rose beyond the lake, blocking out the landscape beyond. The week … Continue reading #BothyBagging – Warnscale Head
I had to get out. It was the middle of March, and spring was coming. The sky had turned from grey to soft blue, and the ice was melting into rushing streams. It was the perfect weather for getting out in the hills. But life has a fiendish way of jumping in the way of all … Continue reading #Microadventures – Rhos Dirion
After extracting myself from my soaking waterproofs and boots, and spreading my waterproof trousers out along the sill and weighing them down with a rock, I peered out of the misted window. Clouds rolled through the lonely valley and the grass glistened in the rain.