A video, photos and words about the joy in heading out for a microadventure, inspired by our van trip to the White Peak for an afternoon hike and night in our little van.
Read MoreSome photos and a short video from a ramble into the hills for Summer Solstice with Heather, and some words of gratitude for all that this year has taught us and all that will come.
Read MoreIn February, my trails walked were in the Peak District and the Lake District including a lovely 2 mile woodland ramble and a 10 mile snowy ridge with vast and spectacular views!
Read MoreA new series where I write about all the walks I have done each month, inspiring you to get out hiking yourself and giving you some great route ideas for the Peak District and beyond! This month involved mostly dog-walks in the Peak District. We enjoyed a couple of rambles up Derwent Edge, a hike along White Edge, Curbar & Froggatt, a stomp up Win Hill with a good friend, and a long 12-mile hike over Alport Castles and to Back Tor, along with a few more.
Read MoreI decided to head onto Kinder Scout in the Peak District for my first wild camp of the year. The temperatures went down to around -4 degrees celsius in the night but it was great to be outside.
Read MoreA video from a week spent roaming the Peak District in our van; trad climbing, wild swimming, and appreciating the beautiful landscape of our local National Park.
Read MoreA hiking-climbing adventure in the Peak District with Patagonia. Climbing with legends Jerry Moffat and Robbie Phillips.
Read MoreA wintery hike up Win Hill in the Peak District with two very adventurous girls. Long walks, talks and inspiration.
Read More“Oslooo!” I called out to my three-year-old Trailhound, his little tail waved in the air as he leapt over to greet me. We bounded up the stairs leading to the summit of Mam Tor, two steps at a time as the sky was already a magical glow of pink and orange. My eyes were heavy but all I needed was this country air to revive me; air that smelt like early springtime freshness, the promise of change and excitement, of a long, warm summer spent happily in the hills.
Read MoreWhen I woke up that morning I knew I needed to escape – the city, people, pollution, noise. I live in a quiet and leafy corner of Southern Manchester, but a yearning for the rolling hills, biting country air and being completely and utterly alone comes from deep within me, an ache in my stomach that gradually increases the longer I am not there. It was painful that morning. And so I had to leave.
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