With work getting stressful, my health getting worse and my age passing another milestone (only 23 but it’s the first one to not feel very good), I needed another escape to the countryside. Thankfully my parents thought so too, so as a birthday treat they headed south from Stirlingshire and I headed north from London, meeting in the middle in Derbyshire.
Category: Adventure (Page 2 of 2)
Trips outside to the wonderful countryside that Britain and the rest of the world has to offer.
I’ve realised recently that an easy way to keep me happy is to do things that I enjoyed when I was a child. I used to love climbing trees but hadn’t done that in years, until one day when I still lived in a village in Scotland I headed out to the woods and climbed one. When I wasn’t in the trees, I was often under “The Den” (a small wooden shed which my Dad build, featuring a trap door leading to the ground) digging away the soil underneath and distributing it like “The Great Escape” to make the best den. Again, many years later, I headed out to the woods and had a great time making a small hole.
“You can’t do that,” said Pete as I began to leave work, with one of the most worried faces I’ve ever seen him make, and “I really don’t like that, Why are you going by yourself?” “Because who else would want to sleep on a hill, mid January, with no tent?” I replied.