“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity” 

John Muir

Latest from the Blog

Cycling the Brecon Beacons Day Two

The Black Mountains If you are out riding in bad weather, it means you are a badass. Period. Fair-weather riding is a luxury reserved for Sunday afternoons and wide boulevards. Those who ride in foul weather – be it cold, wet, or inordinately hot – are members of a special club of riders who, on…

Cycling the Brecon Beacons Day One

The central beacons A crack of light made its way through the black-out curtains, just enough to make me open a bleary eye. I blinked. I picked up my phone – 8.03. Time to stir. A peer out through the dawn light revealed a grey sky behind Dinas Castle, and behind the dark peaks of…

Mini tour of Brittany day 3 – Huelgoat to Roscoff

After yesterdays magnificent feast, breakfast today was bound to be a disappointment. With no food at the B&B and most of the town square closed, I only had a café au lait and some freshly squeezed orange juice to get me going. It was more than enough. Despite my host’s assertion that ‘it’s all uphill…