Two years ago I started walking round the Welsh Coast. Two years previous to that I had completed the Offa’s Dyke Trail with my daughter and it seemed rather elegant to completely circumnavigate a whole country. Continue reading “Walking the perimeter of Wales”
Spoiler alert: for those of you who may not know what DNF stands for, it’s Did Not Finish.
There was always a distinct possibility that I would not be able to finish this gruelling event, but the chances of that increased as I lay in the dust below Loughrigg with one leg bent under me and an ankle at a funny angle (see previous post https://lizziwake.wordpress.com/2018/05/22/lakeland-five-passes-recce-lark-song-and-cuckoos/). Continue reading “The Lakeland Five Passes Ultra – my very first DNF”
Last weekend I saw the 2017 film Edie (dir: Simon Hunter) at Fellini’s in Ambleside http://m.zeffirellis.com, followed by a meal in the restaurant. Continue reading “Edie (2017) – a personal response to the film”
Earlier this year my blog was nominated for the Leibster Award, an Award aimed at relatively new bloggers, or those with fewer than 200 followers https://theglobalaussie.com/liebster-award-2018/. This isn’t the first time I’ve been asked but initially I didn’t feel ready to accept a nomination as I’d only recently restarted blogging (my original blog has been inactive for some years). Continue reading “The Leibster Award”
Part One – Ambleside to a bivvy spot
For weeks I had been debating whether to enter the Lakeland Five Passes, a 33 mile event with around 10,000′ ascent organised by https://www.ascendevents.co.uk/events/. Continue reading “Lakeland Five Passes reconnoitre: lark-song and cuckoos”
Into every life a little rain must fall, and even in the south of France it can be cold and wet in April. A couple of rainy days gave time for rest and reading, and a short damp walk before the warmth and sun returned.
After a long, dark, cold winter it was time to search out spring sunshine. The Alpes-Maritimes are a lovely place to walk in April, although Easter was so early this year and the winter so harsh that Spring had hardly begun and the land was still clothed in its winter colours. We were based close to St-Jeannet, one of the many tiny hilltop villages that dot the flanks of the river Var in the densely populated region north of Nice.
Windermere. A lake in Cumbria. Thought to have originated from the Norse personal name Winand, or Vinandr, and the Old English ‘mere’, meaning lake. It’s also the name of a town on the slopes above the lake. Continue reading “A Walk around Windermere”
It’s been quite the winter for snow. My New Year came in on the wings of a Lakeland snow storm, and in the usually benign landscape of Hampshire, meteorological Spring was heralded with the deep drifts and wild winds of the ‘Beast from the East’.
Like most people I find the start of a new year is a time for looking back and reflecting on what has been achieved in the previous year. My greatest achievement last year was, somewhat unexpected: a whole twelve months of consistent running after ten years or more of repeated injury.