Sea swimming, canoeing and paddle boarding on a Bank Holiday Weekend Most people might think moving to the coast when you're scared of open water would be a daft thing to do. I mean, who would want to live right next to the vast expanse of water that makes you so uneasy??? Hello! I'm Phil. … Continue reading Scared of water?
Me. The Boy. A tent. One night. What could possibly go wrong? That was my initial reaction to the suggestion that I take him ‘proper camping’ as his birthday treat. We tend not to give the kids big presents on their birthdays – the wider family seems to have that covered – so instead, we … Continue reading Giving myself a break
The first working day back after a bank holiday was, as ever, slightly confusing. Is it Monday? Is it Tuesday? Can I go back to bed? Where are my shoes? Why are you in my house?! Anyway, at least it means one less day until the weekend. Grand! Though that also means, one day less to … Continue reading What a difference a day makes
Being an island in the north Atlantic Ocean, it's not surprising that us Brits have an affinity with the water. But growing up in the Pennines, about 40 miles as the crow flies from the nearest bit of coast and 70 miles from the mandatory seaside trip to Whitby, there wasn't a great deal of … Continue reading Get wet
Slowing to little more than a crawl, any pedal rhythm long since lost, each sluggish turn of the cranks seemed to inch me forward by rapidly shrinking amounts. My thin tyres seemed to carve further down into the sandy ground than they were moving me ahead, and what forward motion I had was slurred with twitching sideways slides. In the … Continue reading Exploring my bit of Kent
Being of the North, I tend to feel most at home in bleak, open stretches of moorland and dale.
*** For some reason this didn't publish in December. As the weather is crap now, it seemed as good a time as any to show it or anyway, and it gets it off my draft list*** When coal mining took off in Kent in the early 20th century, it is reported that some miners walked … Continue reading Good mud
So, I'm still home alone after nearly a month, as we're waiting for a solicitor further down the chain to make the gargantuan effort of reading a bit of paper and saying it's ok, despite having known it's ok for 3 weeks. Frustrating. However, in an effort to keep myself sane in ways that won't hurt me, … Continue reading Pratting about with camera
Last winter, the River Bourne in Chertsey rose from it's usual level of c. 50cm, to over 2m. Being only a couple of dozen yards from my house, it meant we got a v soggy garden - mid thigh at it's peak - but thankfully, the house stayed dry (by an inch, if that) thanks to … Continue reading River ramble
I've been crap getting out onto the trails recently - an aborted trip to Swinley a couple of months ago was my last 'proper' excursion. Irksomely, my car is a stupid French thing that doesn't have a proper roof upon which to fit one of those unimaginatively named racks. I used to just take the … Continue reading Mud-tastic