Book Review: Wild by Cheryl Strayed

Book Review: Wild by Cheryl Strayed

The first in a series of book reviews of some of my favourite outdoor-adventure themed books. Wild, by Cheryl Strayed, is about a woman who goes to hike the Pacific Crest Trail with no prior experience, on a physical and spiritual journey that truly changes her life.

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Black Sand Storms | Stories from Iceland II

Black Sand Storms | Stories from Iceland II

"There is something about a solo road trip that I find terrifying yet addictive. I am afraid of the tornado of thoughts I will have when driving 1000km alone, yet obsessed with wanting to experience them - with delving into that deep black hole inside myself that can only be reached on a journey like this one."

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A Springtime Sunrise

A Springtime Sunrise

“Oslooo!” I called out to my three-year-old Trailhound, his little tail waved in the air as he leapt over to greet me. We bounded up the stairs leading to the summit of Mam Tor, two steps at a time as the sky was already a magical glow of pink and orange. My eyes were heavy but all I needed was this country air to revive me; air that smelt like early springtime freshness, the promise of change and excitement, of a long, warm summer spent happily in the hills. 

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The Girl Who Climbs Mountains

The Girl Who Climbs Mountains

I stumbled and tripped, gripping to rocks with my freezing hands and falling through snow in my sodden leggings. I had to use both hands to steady my balance, and when the snow got deeper and the edge got steeper, I dug my boots hard into the snow to ensure I got a solid grip.

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The Hills Were Beckoning

The Hills Were Beckoning

When I woke up that morning I knew I needed to escape – the city, people, pollution, noise. I live in a quiet and leafy corner of Southern Manchester, but a yearning for the rolling hills, biting country air and being completely and utterly alone comes from deep within me, an ache in my stomach that gradually increases the longer I am not there. It was painful that morning. And so I had to leave.

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An Ode to the Moors

An Ode to the Moors

"Though I wish I could say I grew up on the Moors, I didn’t. The truth is that I grew up with my feet in the sand on a beach in Dubai, or playing beneath the lemon tree in our garden in the suburbs of Melbourne. I’ve never found it easy to identify any one place as home; but if anything could be, it is seeing the Moors appear in the distance as I’m coming back to Yorkshire.

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Cycling New Zealand | Part Two: South Island

Cycling New Zealand | Part Two: South Island

Continuing my  bike-tour of New Zealand on the South Island, including sunny Nelson, the rugged West Coast and over Arthur's Pass through a wild wind and rainstorm. Cycling into unforgettable Mount Cook National Park and spending Christmas around Wanaka and Queenstown.

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Cycling New Zealand | Part One: North Island

Cycling New Zealand | Part One: North Island

A journey by bicycle from Auckland, heading north into Northland, around the Coromandel Peninsula before making my way southbound. Cycling through iconic Rotorua, beautiful Lake Taupo, hiking the Tongariro Alpine Crossing before heading to coastal Napier then down to Wellington.

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