Wolfing down our strawberry flavoured overnight oats in the car park we were ready to set off on our morning adventure. We parked in the Morrisons, West Kirby car park. The machine was broken so we didn't have to pay. But, bring your purse just in case. Across the road lay a vast sandy beach,... Continue Reading →
'I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it, I'm going to fall,' I trembled as my hands gripped onto the rough rock surface with all my might. I was panic-stricken. All I could think about was my fatigued arms failing me and tumbling off the boulder. Fear consumed me, I began... Continue Reading →
East Meon This 8 mile circular walk as recommended by The National Trust is not to be missed. You'll begin outside the parish church dating back to around 1075. From here you ascend hills and will be greeted with wonderful views before descending and finding yourself strolling through shaded woodlands. You'll walk through golden cornfields... Continue Reading →
1. Cycling along the sea front 'Come on speedy!' My brother enjoyed yelling at me as I tried to keep up with him. Ferocious winds greeted us as we used all our strength to peddle forwards. Slowing my legs down to take a break, my bike swept to the left. I regained my balance, hung... Continue Reading →
Usually during May bank holiday I team up with Days of Adventure to embark upon a crazy expedition. Our previous pursuits have included: cycling 189 km along Hadrians wall, hiking miles on end along the Cotsworlds Way, cycling round the Isle of White and hiking The Ridgeway National Trail. This bank holiday has been somewhat... Continue Reading →
Precariously placing all my bodyweight on my right toes against a tiny indent in the rock face, I leapt up in a bid to reach a section of rock which may or may not provide a nice grip for my right hand. It turned out to be the latter. My toes slipped during the dynamic... Continue Reading →
'Come on trained killer,' my new coach yelled at me, as we raced around the reservoir. My coach was peddling a hand bike extremely fast, while I was chasing after him. My nick name (trained killer) came from a game of two truths and a lie the night before. As an introductory ice-breaker, we went... Continue Reading →
Whizzing down the hills, green country fields flashed past. A breeze flowed through my hair. My heart rate was returning to normal. I was cycling the route 27 back to Barnstaple from the sleepy beach town Ilfracombe. Knowing what was in store having done the journey in reverse, I left Ocean Backpackers hostel at 8... Continue Reading →
As I stood waiting for my train at London Paddington Station, I had a light bulb moment. Instead of taking the bus for an hour from Barnstaple Station to my hostel, why not cycle? I quickly googled bike rentals in Barnstable and phoned the first one. A gentleman picked up and told me he had... Continue Reading →
Sheets of rain cascaded from the ominous grey sky into the fast flowing river. We had found shelter in the lovely Riverside Vegetaria restaurant. Tucking into a chef specials platter we watched the world go by. A group huddled in an open air boat battling with their umbrellas. The small motor chugged on sending them... Continue Reading →
We are going on a bear hunt 