A Life Of Adventure

Unwanted Company on an Isle of Wight Solo Hike

I have fought cancer. I have been burnt, broken, bruised and bloodied. But these black bugs, these tiny beetles, that are crawling along my arms, over my face, even up my nose.They have won. I surrender. It is day four of a six day solo hike along the Isle of Wight...

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...

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