We started Thursday (27th) with an optimistic trip to the RSPB reserve at Marazion but it was clear that the incessant rain that had been falling all night showed no signs of abating. Instead a short drive north brought us to St Ives where contrary to popular culture I did Read more…
The morning after the day before dawned wet, windy and frankly rather Welsh. What had been a view down to the beach at Praa Sands was now obscured by fog and low cloud with even the car attacking Herring Gulls seemingly having sought shelter leaving my windscreen wipers wounded but Read more…
Back in October of last year we spent a glorious week walking around Langdale in the Lake District and just generally enjoying the great outdoors. Having lived in Wales for several years we are well used to mountains and hills but the landscape we found there was on another scale Read more…
We spent the final few days of December in Leeds visiting family and I was pleased (!) to see that the recent Welsh climate of torrential rain and strong wind was not left behind. As a result long walks were out of the question but we still managed some very Read more…
Our final big walk of the Peak District trip was to be on Kinder Scout, something of a legendary location to walkers here in the UK. Back in the early part of the twentieth century much of the open land of England and Wales was privately owned and access refused Read more…
After our exertions on Bleaklow the day before, a nice gentle walk around the upper reservoirs of the Derwent valley seemed like an ideal choice for Saturday. Well that was the plan anyway until I decided that an eleven mile circuit of both the Derwent and Howden was exactly what Read more…
Bleaklow, widely regarded as one of the hardest navigable landscapes in the Peak District, may at first glance seem like a strange place to walk following heavy snowfall. For us though that challenge was the very thing that drew us there in the first place and I’m happy to report Read more…
We’ve been feeling a bit left out here in South Wales whilst the rest of the country has been battling unseasonal snow, so for the Easter weekend it only seemed logical that we head north to get a piece of the action. Courtesy of a cheap Travelodge in Glossop (and Read more…
I was back in the Midlands visiting family this weekend which of course meant that the painful experience of watching Saturday night reality TV had to be endured. I could bore you with details of who danced the best Rumba or which wannabe singer actually managed to hit a note, Read more…
On Saturday I woke to the calls of several Red Legged Partridge beneath our bedroom window, quickly followed by my sister screeching at frequencies normally only discernible to dogs. Oh yes it was wedding day and for the next few hours the cottage became a swarming mass of women fussing Read more…