A review of my year of wild camps, time spent living in the landscape, not passing through it.

I live in what many people would think of as a crowded corner of Surrey. Nearby, the major road arteries of the M3, M25 and A3 take hustl...

The natural harbours of the south coast are unlike anywhere else on the incredibly varied and wonderful shores of the British Isles. Like...

Late spring and early summer paddling in Southern France is all about gently flowing rivers, and warm, friendly white water at a moderate...

For nearly ten years now, I've been exploring the backwaters of my local rivers, especially the Wey. I've had some wonderful moments, on ...

Basingstoke: a much-maligned town thought of as urban and boring by many. Canal: a stretch of water thought by many to be full of shoppin...

Every Easter, a bunch of friends and I, including a handful of kids, head out on an adventure in the Scottish Highlands by canoe. These a...

I don't know whether the translation is really true, found lurking on the world-wide-web, but it is certainly apt, this really is the Bac...

So, the Beast from the East's little brother was on the way. Stories of doom and gloom abounded, and no doubt supermarket stock controlle...

I have this theory. Every single time I go out for a quiet walk, or for a solo paddle in the canoe, something will catch my eye that is a...

If you've explored the rest of my website, you'll hopefully have realised that I love the outdoors. First of all, I wanted to simply have...