The Aberglaslyn Pass has always offered walkers a dramatic mix of scenery and wildlife and even though the recent revival of the Welsh Highland Railway has rendered the old tunnels off limits, an alternative riverside path more than compensates. Back on Wednesday we set off from Beddgelert to tackle a Read more…
In the next week I reach the grand old age of thirty and for almost that entire span I had never seen the view from Snowdon’s summit. It’s not far want of trying either as whether it be by train or on foot I’ve made the pilgrimage skywards on numerous Read more…
So, May and June then. Quiet on this blog – undoubtedly. Nothing much worth writing about – quite the contrary. In fact I’ve been out and about as much as ever but simply haven’t been able to find the time to sit down, sort through my huge backlog of images Read more…
Holy Saturday found us ‘up north’ with Leeds as our base and the world famous limestone landscape of Malham Cove just a short distance away. Having not walked the Yorkshire Dales for several years it would have been rude not to make the most of some lovely weather, an idea Read more…
Past experience has taught me well that hot, sunny days are definitely not the best conditions for several miles of walking through Kenfig’s extensive dune system. Overcast and breezy weather however is ideal so Saturday’s drab and chilly start was just the ticket for my first visit to the reserve Read more…
After work on Thursday we managed to squeeze in a trip down to Rhossili, the perfect antidote for a busy day in the office. For once the promise of a clear sky held and we watched events unfold from our position overlooking the causeway across to Worm’s Head. Clearly we Read more…
We started Thursday (27th) with an optimistic trip to the RSPB reserve at Marazion but it was clear that the incessant rain that had been falling all night showed no signs of abating. Instead a short drive north brought us to St Ives where contrary to popular culture I did Read more…
The morning after the day before dawned wet, windy and frankly rather Welsh. What had been a view down to the beach at Praa Sands was now obscured by fog and low cloud with even the car attacking Herring Gulls seemingly having sought shelter leaving my windscreen wipers wounded but Read more…
We arrived in Cornwall on a wave of hail the likes of which I’ve never seen. Driving across Bodmin Moor there were times where the future straightness of my cars body panels was brought into question and I had to raise my voice to a shout in order to be Read more…
Those of you who know me will by now realise that I’m not much of a twitcher. That desire to rush around the country chasing every lost soul has just never existed and why is that so surprising when I can watch Red Kites from where I’m typing these very Read more…