Carefully easing open a small gap in my sleeping bag I glanced left and right from the cozy shadows. A flash of fur! Snapping the hole shut I giggled as rapid snuffling worked it’s way up and down the lining of my sleeping bag searching for openings. Whenever one was discovered a cold, black nose came wiggling through until I sealed the hole. Getting warm from all the exercise I popped my torso free and braced for the onslaught of puppy excitement. A bundle of fur and energy instantly flew into my lap where it squirmed in my headlock. Xena grinned up at my face before springing free and continuing her ricocheting race around the tent. Continue reading “Waterton National Park: Hiking”
Embedded in every human being is an instinctual terror of spaces that fail to stimulate our senses. When the woods go quiet. When we can’t place what we are tasting. Or can’t quite register what is crawling across our skin. But the greatest fear of all bubbles to the surface when we lack sight. As a curtain of clouds swallowed the view atop the Snub I marvelled at how suppressed that fear seemed inside of me. Was it experience or lack of it, which was generating this quiet confidence? Continue reading “The Snub: Hiking in Glen Clova, Scotland”
Hi guys! As it’s International Photography Day today I thought I’d put together an impromtu collection of my 20 favourite pics from my travels! Let me know if you have a favourite and I’ll send you a high resolution version of it for your phone, homescreen or wall!
Like any good adventure story exploring Mull and Lochaline had its thrills and descents. There were moments where I was gripping the seat before me so hard I feared I would pierce the fabric. Cliffs veered down to hungry waves and I quivered at the idea of skidding out of control. Memories of last winter’s car accident in Sweden ate at my nerves as I imaged a similiar scene here, but with a different ending. When we stopped and I spilled out onto the beaches, the ferries and the small patio of our borrowed cottage relief flooded in. Among the same scenes whizzing by only moments ago bliss was always patiently waiting. Continue reading “Isle of Mull”
Are you travelling to Thailand and unsure of what to visit and experience? Here’s a quick video to help you on your way! If you spot something you’d like to explore further just click on the image below to go right to the post! There are also many, MANY places included in this blog that I didn’t get a chance to squeeeeeze into the video, so be sure to mosey around a bit for more inspiration! Continue reading “Thailand Revisited!”
Holy torpedoes that was a crazy ride! I’m normally pretty comfortable in the dark, but riding a bike (without a tail-light I might add) on roads in pitch black is TERRIFYING. And yet, in that insane way only petrifying experiences can invoke, it was EXHILARATING. Maybe the adrenaline got to my head, but flying through the night with no clue about what lies ahead felt like bathing in the universe. Never have I had to rely on blind-faith so explicitly. Continue reading “Bike Trip: Inverkeithing to Perth”
I once caught a tree thiiisssss big. It had the most vibrant needle dress, a dashing set of crowning branches and the cutest little stature I’d ever seen. It was positively adorable dressed in all its Christmas balls and bells… Say, why do we decorate evergreens anyway? Continue reading “German Christmas”
“Welcome to the working forest of Tentsmuir,” I read aloud as I skidded to a stop by the sign.
“What so the other forests are unemployed?” J retorted with a grin as she pulled over beside me.
My groan scattered the birds from the trees. Continue reading “Bike To Tentsmuir Forest”
It rained, oh it rained. But we were lucky. Up over the next hill, beside a lonely tree, a rainbow dashed across the sky. I broke into a shattered version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow as my bicycle gleefully broke through the puddles splattered across the trail.
“I’m playing puddle-dodger and you’re well… failing!” J piped up as I zigzag across the path.
No I’m succeeding! was all that was going through my mind. I’m hitting every target! Continue reading “Biking from Dundee to Abroath”
We could see the sun. It blazed into our vision, urging us forward as we begged our legs for a few more steps and then a few more. We’d given up on riding to the top, our weary muscles sick of pedalling. The road levelled a touch. It was enough. I leapt on and pedalled for the light.
It broke away into a view that had me gasping… well more.