The Brecon 3 Peaks
The Brecon Three Peaks was a long overdue trip to South Wales, and an opportunity to tick-off another 3 Peaks.
This section of the site is set aside for the things that occupy me when I’m not working.
I enjoy physical and mental challenges, so much of what you will find here is about triathlon, including my journey from an open water panic attack in my first event, through to completing The Brutal triathlon in Snowdonia.
As well as competing in triathlon and being the secretary for my local club, I raise funds for charitable causes, rattling the tin every 2-3 years.
If that’s not enough, when time allows, I travel as much as I can, and in the gloomier winter months can be found tracing my family tree.
The Brecon Three Peaks was a long overdue trip to South Wales, and an opportunity to tick-off another 3 Peaks.
The Surrey Three Peaks is the least ambitious of our walks so far, but given our combined waistage, that’s no bad thing!
Friday night in our apiary is all about cocktails for wasps. Quality cider. Premium Gin. And no hangover to worry about.
With the foraging season coming to a close, it’s time to make a decision: Leave the girls with their spoil, or spoil their day.
Walking the Yorkshire 3 Peaks, taking in Ingleborough, Pen y Ghent, and Whernside.
Staying in a 500 year old cottage in a remote corner of East Devon resulted in one of the most disturbing episodes of my life.
As such a busy route, the Ranger Path was the last of the major paths up Snowdon to be ticked off the list. Not the finest of walks or weather, but I did learn a lot about the menopause.
A 30 foot wee, mountain rescue, and nearly falling to my death were some of the highlights of my Snowdon walk up the Rhyd Ddu path.
The girls had been up to more antics, but we were rewarded in fine style by hearing tooting.
Oh come on, this is getting plain ridiculous. The girls now taking to the sky most days…