Not Just An Average Joe

I feel the choice between being a lonely wolf or a bored sheep is a question that is currently defining my life. I'm not suggesting tha...

Morning light from the cottage The weather was looking bleak for Snowdonia as we sat in the pub on Saturday night in Llanberis pourin...

(January 2015) The snow was falling heavily to the north of Cannock, coating the Peak District in a white blanket. I'd been working al...

(January 2015) The wind howled and the grey sky streamed with low cloud as I stared out of the window of cottage. Me and Dan had risen surp...

(May 2014) The sky was grey and air cool as me and Lee headed from the A5 at the bottom of the Ogwen Valley and towards the side the Godzil...

( December 2014) I dropped Dave a message last minute to ask if he could put me a pair of crampons and an ice axe in. The snow had been p...