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 hustling commuters to and...

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

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

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 beautiful meandering...

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 shopping trolleys and dead ...

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 are our Pirate advent...

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 Back of Beyond. Glencou...

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

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 little bit special....

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 a website to act as...