A Life Of Adventure

Snowdon, Sandwiches and a Soggy Sock

‘We can’t go on’ I shout, the wind buffeting my oversize pac-a-parka, whipping the hood toggles against the side of my damp face. ‘We have to go back, he said make sensible decisions remember?’ The he I am referring to is the parking warden we met earlier, warning us...

Walking Back to Happiness

I am done. I am wet and cold and thoroughly pissed off. It is day 6 and we have now realised we have another 5km to walk, and I don’t want to. More than that, I refuse to. I’ll sit here all night if I have to, that’s how angry I am. You see, we have already walked...