Backstone Beck… As the sun continued to rise at our backs, the light dancing and changing with every passing minute, the three of us, Steve, Stuart and myself, headed over… and up… towards Backstone Beck. The water tumbles down the moor, over boulders of millstone grit, sparkling clean, yet coloured with the amber of […]
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Citadel of the Sun… Cornwall Recce 2018… * ‘There is a certain atmosphere about the place, an echo of a life that is hidden deep in the recesses of the mind.’ * If our hotel room had any windows we would be able to see St Michael’s Mount, but the tide is at present unfavourable […]
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Solstice Dawn… We rose as the moon still sailed the heavens and left our hotel just before four on Saturday morning, greeted by our ibis who seemed intent on managing the whole dawn chorus single handed. Now, there may be a case for suggesting our ibis is actually a curlew. Odd as it may […]
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Pasta and Petroglyphs “Ow, ooh, ouch… ow..” “What’s up?” he asked, locking the door of the flat as I descended the steep stairs. I grinned through the pain… he’d know soon enough… the calf muscles had taken a hit from three days climbing hills. Which is why, we had decided, Sunday would be leisurely… Continue […]
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