I stumbled across this on Youtube this morning...

We arrived in Snowdonia feeling confident but a little nervous in the shadow of the looming hulk of Snowdon and Crib Goch. Our trip up to Sn...

This week, like most of the past few weeks, has been manic on the work front. On the plus side, the work is absolutely fascinating and right...

Jasper has certainly put a dent in my preparations for the Welsh 3000s this weekend. Over the last couple of months I have been following a ...

It hardly seems like two months now since our return to the UK. As we approached the end of our trip in South America our mindset certainly ...

After a marathon bus ride from Florianopolis we are now in the spectacular city of Rio de Janeiro. After the near biblical day of rain in F...

There is something melancholy about beach resorts in the off season. Restaurants stand empty save for the rows of tables with seats stacked ...

The thunderous wall of water seems to vaporise before it hits the plunge pool 60 metres below. From the viewing platform above the Devil’s T...

Buenos Aires is the beating heart of South America popular culture. A long history of European immigration has left an indelible mark of old...

Sycamore’s line the matrix of streets in Mendoza turning what should be a parched, dusty city into a grid of dappled, shady streets and aven...