“A quick walk to the waterfall”? Henry suggested as we made our way up the gangway and into the Icelandic town of Seyðisfjörðu. Our ferry had just arrived, departing Scrabster, the very tip of Scotland, 31 hours ago, sailing via the Faroe Islands to this tiny town in Eastern Iceland. I had met Henry in […]
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Well, I didn’t expect to be penning this first story from the Lake District on a snowy April day! I’m writing this from the village of Grasmere in the central Lakes, using ink and paper which I will later type up on my laptop – a trick I sometimes do when I’m having a day […]
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Bleary-eyed, clutching my passport and a mass of belongings predictably tumbling out my overpacked day bag, I step off the plane and am instantly hit with a rush of cold air. An icy, British winter morning after 10 weeks in South America. I’d left temperatures of plus 25 degrees back in Lima, but secretly, I […]
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I sit and write this in Bariloche, the Argentine Lake District, a place I didn’t even dream I would be at the end of 2017. I love going back over my photos and remembering all the small details and moments from the year, from catching up with a long lost friend, to the delicate autumn […]
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Back in March, in the heady warmth of the Alpine sunshine we roughed out plans for a big trip. It’s been 3 years since my last extended trip, a winter in Eastern Europe and 6 years since a long distance trip, living and working in New Zealand for two years, followed by 3 months in […]
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“And this, this is the staff accommodation” gestured G the general manager, proudly. We paused on the outside deck of a wooden chalet style apartment in the fading May light, tinges of red and orange streaked across the sky above the imposing mountain of Bidean Na’am Ban. I couldn’t believe this was my new home. […]
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It was a dark, bitterly cold night when I arrived in Ardent on the last week of November. The flickering glow of lights from the dozen or so wooden chalets in the village providing the only light. It was my very first ski season in 2007. I was 22. And I had never been to […]
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During the opening game of this World Cup, the BBC ran a campaign called #MyFirstWorldCup across social media with memories ranging from viewers black and white TV games to tales of hiding under the bed covers with a radio, way past bedtime. This set me off on a bit of trip down memory lane. Football […]
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Just gone 6am, and the dark November sky in my hostel room was beginning to lighten. I pull on yesterdays clothes, still slung next to the bed and search for my bobble hat and scarf, before quietly leaving my dorm room to sleep. On the landing, a few early birds mill around, making plans for […]
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