It ain’t easy this life of mine, y’know. Sure, it’s all fun and games on the blog but I’d like to take this opportunity to illustrate to you just how tough it can be... Read more
Rain water trickles down my sleeve, inside the back of my glove and sends a chill up my forearm. From my experience in the outdoors, wet gloves means cold hands and that’s a bad thing.... Read more
I read a great feature in the Guardian recently with hundreds of tips from authors for aspirant writers. You can read the full list here but I’ve quoted a few of my favourites below: J... Read more
University College London gives out grants to people who can come up with expedition ideas crazy enough to get their attention. In my first year, I teamed up with my new friend Thom and hatc... Read more
1 – You’ve never heard of it Or if you have, you’ll still have plenty of friends who don’t know where it is and will make the appropriate noises when you show them on... Read more
Bob is evidence that the Good Samaritan is more than a fable Bob is the reason I get up in the morning Bob is my personal trainer Bob is what Nietzsche never had Bob is the cause of ants in... Read more
“Which way is it to the town centre?” “Sadly it’s a full 4 miles to the city, sir” “Nothing to be sad about!”, I thought, and set off into the cold... Read more
I like cycling and I like lycra but I appreciate that there are some situations in which it is not the most appropriate attire. The problem is, I don’t always have time to change. Here... Read more
This is a long overdue blog post. I’ve been working with Francis Charlesworth since before this website began and he has yet to feature on the front page. Until now. “Hi Francis,... Read more
I’ve been meaning to write something about outdoor swimming for some time now. I am a terrible swimmer. I can only “do” two strokes – front crawl and breast stroke... Read more
“Ready?” “Yes”, she replied, “No! Wait. What’s the plan? Are we actually swimming?” “Full submersion. Anything else is a bonus”, I repli... Read more
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried... Read more
