Sleeping on the ground has always been my favourite and most comfortable setting for a good slumber. Perhaps, due to a background in camping that began in the Girl Guides Brigade. Back-garden camps spread to disused railway bridges, caves and nearby fields or woods.Continue reading “Where Can I Camp Tonight?”
“Some books leave us free and some books make us free”- Ralph Waldo Emerson.
At the moment, unusually, I have plenty of spare time to read books. I mean physical books, not the online or Kindle versions.Continue reading “Lose Yourself In A Good Book!”
During my cycling travels, I often stop and chat with other cyclists, sharing tales, exchanging news and generally having a chin wag! It was surprising how many cycle tourers or otherwise had never heard of the https://www.warmshowers.org/ international cycling support network.Continue reading “Warmshowers For All!”
“The rain to the wind said,
‘You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed,
that the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged – though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.” …Poet; Robert Frost
Gazing outwards from the mist-swathed Oban hills, I could see that the day was likely to be just as the weather forecast had predicted…wet! On the horizon, low grey clouds met the sea and it was impossible to be sure where the sea began and the clouds ended.Continue reading “Dilly Dallying in Dalavich!”
Some of you may have noticed a recent lack of activity on this blog. Life has been busy, unfortunately, but there has been time to enjoy a few walks with close friends. Normally, I post more local photos on my Twitter page (@LivingTLOL) than here. So, perhaps a short iPhone image diary of treasured walks might be enjoyed by those of you who aren’t Twitter fans and love to wander in the Lakes!
“When I go biking I am mentally far, far away from civilisation. The world is breaking someone else’s heart.” ~ Diane Ackerman, poet.
On awakening the next morning, a sea mist had rolled in, and the cloud cover looked ominously low. I decided to leave on the midday ferry for the drier climes of Arran.Continue reading “Away To Islay Part Two!”
“You have no such accurate remembrance of a country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bicycle.” Ernest Hemingway.
It was time to escape.
During the long busy summer at work in Ambleside, a deep inner longing had developed. A yearning, for quiet, stillness and serenity. The opportunity to take deep breaths…to breathe out with the earth.Continue reading “Away To Islay. Part One!”
Quite recently, I had a meeting with a road cyclist from Windermere. He was keen to go touring and wanted some advice about the necessaryequipment for a longish tour. After, giving this meeting more thought, I decided to write a short Blog Post. Perhaps, there are more of you out there, who would like to hear about some tried and tested basic equipment.Continue reading “My Favourite Cycling Kit.”
Ambleside is more or less, the same as it was before I left for a cycling tour in Scotland. Familiar faces, busy streets, the much-missed bookshop and the terrific delicatessen. Though, nature has lived through another season and is now a burgeoning green.Continue reading “Cycling in the Scottish Rain!”
I cycled away from Ullapool with a lump in my throat. It was the May Bank Holiday weekend. A myriad of camper vans stood overlooking the dancing ocean.Continue reading “Ullapool Encounters.”