Sunday, 9 November 2014


A cold but wonderful night in the forest. Walking at night and putting up my tarp in the dark I never quite know what I'll find in the morning. I woke at dawn in mist amongst beech and big pine trees. I made coffee whilst still a-bed to the distant sound of church bells and rifle shots. And walked out into a blue sky and bright sun day. I'm walking across country on tracks mostly, heading west with just a touch of north.
Time to walk on from this inn, full of sunday lunchers fresh from church (or boar and deer shooting).

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I'm an independent writer on wilderness activities, slow adventures, traditional horsemanship and odd stuff. I'm the author of Paddle; A long way around Ireland (Sort Of Books), and i was the story consultant on the IMAX documentary on cowboy cultures across the globe, Ride Around The Word. The Slow Adventure sends reports back from the front-line of a slow and simple life; horses, kayaks, guitars, long walks, travel, books, simplicity, trains, travel, wildlife and the occasional thrill.