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…

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,…