'Going out out' is a phrase that sends shivers down the spines of most people in their mid-thirties, yet this weekend I tried to prove myself wrong in the name of reliving my youth. A couple of weekends ago, I had attempted to go out out. By that, I mean that I wore a pair … Continue reading A Requiem for Going Out Out
Wales. It's a beautiful place, isn't it? Miles and miles of beautiful rolling hills punctuated with epic summits, cwms (is that the correct plural for 'cwm'?) and long sloping ridges; dotted between are a few jewel-like lakes that look like small puddles in a giant's playground. This weekend was supposed to be about relaxing, a … Continue reading The Walk That Nearly Broke Me.
