Walking the Cumbria Way, Day b’ Day.

Warning: Involves tent flooding incidents and many references to food.

Two dogs, One woman

For the past few months every time I have left the house for a day out on the hill, our two dogs have been giving me the puppy eyes, and sparked a whole lot of guilt each time I shut the front door. With them behind it. I hadn’t been taking them with me because…

You can’t fight winter.

So it turns out, unbeknown to me, that the United Kingdom actually has a winter in the mountains? I don’t know how I haven’t clocked this at some point in my 24 years of living, but I have now, and I can safely say I grossly underestimated the impact of said winter on my progress…

Bad-Good Things Come In 3’s?

I am mid-training to be a Mountain Leader (I have to say “I’m almost a qualified guide” doesn’t really roll off the tongue…), and if there’s one way to accelerate your rate of learning it is to go out on the mountain by yourself. With no-one to correct your mistakes as you go along, you…

Australia to Österreich

Despite what I may have stated with a fair amount of conviction in the past (mutterings along the lines of going to New Zealand and such), I decided to stay in the Northern Hemisphere for a while – jetting off to the other side of the world so soon seemed mad, especially when Europe is…

From Melbourne back to Perth, because West is best.

Distance driven: 5,421 km Total number of days on the road: 18 A couple of months ago, as I was sitting in the back of the car clutching some bathroom tile samples during an excursion on my workaway placement (see previous chatterings), I was struck by a sudden and overwhelming urge to return to Western Australia….

Some sun. A lot of sea. Much sand. No suspicious parents.

Yellow, me again! I figured it was time for a catch-up and what not, and I’m sure you’ve all been dying to know what car I have now. Well, good news! For Mr Purple is still with me (*touch wood a few times*), and the worst thing that has happened is that I flooded his…

Lanckeld, Duncashire, Ausland, Engalia. 

As I steamed out of the city into the Victorian bush I left Melbourne behind in a cloud of black smoke. During my not entirely un-slow journey, I was overtaken by tractors, road trains, the elderly, cement mixers and the like. NO WORRIES, for I was having dejavu after dejavu of bonny Lancashire. Green rolling hills,…

Nothing Rhymes with Melbourne

When I started writing these blogs I thought they would be to tell the tales of my travels and adventures, but instead it has seemingly turned into an automotive journal. If there is one thing that I am apparently going to take away from Australia; it’s a thoroughly developed knowledge of automobiles. Back in Darwin, Dave…

The Darwin Dream

Waking up two weeks into my Bali trip, I made the mistake of checking my bank account. I balked (and cried a little in panic), then hastily fled Indonesia; making a premature exit from paradise in order to return to Darwin, and work. I took with me high hopes and many dreams of abundant job…