It was a cold wintery day in November 1980 and the snow lay thick on the ground when this adventurer opened his eyes to the world. It wasn’t long before the excitements...
...of the world beyond pulled me out to explore local woodlands, go out cycling and iceskating. I spend days up massive trees hanging of the branches and racing through allyways and over frozen rivers.
At 17 I chose to look for work on one of the Dutch islands, Texel, and to live in a tent for 2 months. I went so I could spend my day’s on a farm pealing and planting flower bulbs it was a very strange time but it certainly wet my appetite.
I had discovered the itch. Not long after, the oppertunity arose for my next venture and yes the itch was there to spur me on. Hiking in Scotland, my first time abroad and entirely by myself so obviously self reliance was the name of the game. Me, my backpack and a plan of some sort to walk the southern upland way, from Port Patrick to Newcastle.
I walked for day’s, stayed in fields by B&B’s, bothy’s in the middle of nowhere and youth hostels at the edge of towns.
The best part, I spoke to many amazing and entirely random people.
