Author: Tim Moss
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Embrace the Elements – Everyday Adventure #4
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. Pause to assess the situation. I’m on my bike and it’s raining hard but I’m only a couple of miles…
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An Idea is Born – 80 Ways Diary #1
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 hatched a plan to go to Kyrgyzstan and climb some mountains. We failed dismally in reaching the tops of any peaks…
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Who is Bob?
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 my pants, the mountain from the mole hill, my moment of epiphany Bob was my…
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How to have an adventure for £100 – Part 4
“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 darkness of morning on my way to Dublin. After ninety minutes of walking, I still hadn’t warmed up and most shops were still closed.…
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Something a little unknown – Guest Blog: Francis Charlesworth
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, I’m Tim Moss”. I was at Heathrow airport collecting my gear from an expedition to the Indian Himalayas that I had left a…
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Wild Swims and Mild Whims
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 – neither of them are executed with any grace or efficiency and you’ll notice that this short list excludes back stroke. Whilst I’m able to…
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How to have an adventure for £100 – Part 3
“Ready?” “Yes”, she replied, “No! Wait. What’s the plan? Are we actually swimming?” “Full submersion. Anything else is a bonus”, I replied and ran excitedly into the sea. I’m glad there was no one else around because I suspect our screaming would have caused no small amount of alarm. It was cold by any measure…
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In the fell clutch of circumstance
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 aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of…