Regular reader(s) will know that I am not averse to starting a list. The Robin Hood Trail. The Yorkshire Three Peaks. As we hiked up Ben Nevis last June on what seemed like the busiest day of the year, it seemed the most obvious thing to do to propose completing the proper Three Peaks. I … Continue reading
Category Archives: Hiking
Winter redux
Earlier this week, I chuckled along with my colleagues as we welcomed the official start of Spring with an icy blast and a sprinkling of snow. This winter has seemed never-ending, though frustratingly I am no closer to getting any real UK experience of climbing up slippery stuff with pointy things in my hands and … Continue reading
When the going gets tough…
…the tough go walking, climbing, biking and swimming in rivers I'll be honest; things are a bit tough at the moment. Work is keeping me busy (not least with an hour's commute each way) and Dave is settling in to a new job up at BBC North. Working nights, weekends and bank holidays, I'm left … Continue reading
The final assault of Carnedd Llewelyn
It is possible to grow to dislike a mountain. A hill, even. Perhaps it’s making a mountain out of a molehill (ba-dum tish!) to start to dislike inanimate objects, especially ones of significant age. But by the end of 2011, I was beginning to dislike Carnedd Llewelyn. Now, don’t get me wrong, I respect the … Continue reading
Walking the Yorkshire Three Peaks
"Surely it's got to be Paul Simon?" "Got to be." This was not how I'd expected my day to end, coming last in a pub quiz in Long Preston, having a few drinks and enjoying the free chips. But then it had been a day in which I'd already learnt a lot: that Grenadine is … Continue reading
What’s a girl to do?
Since my last post, my biking activities have been significantly curtailed, by the world's lengthiest puncture repair/ inner tube replacement process – and even after finally getting back on the bike, technical issues continue (evidenced by a slightly terrifying experience involving a seized wheel whilst crossing the road in front of a speeding van). So, … Continue reading
Holy moly, it’s February already! A tale of our day trip to Moel Siabod
Oh boy, am I getting withdrawal symptoms! It's more than a month now since we packed up our ludicrously over-stuffed bags and hauled ourselves to YVR airport for our final trip back to the UK, the expired visa hanging limply from the pages of our passports. Christmas and New Year passed in a blur, and … Continue reading
Continental drift 