Walks A walk in Wannsee After making my way past lakeshore villas and yacht clubs, I walked along a tree-lined driveway and into a house that lays bare the banality of evil.
Rides To plan, or not to plan Is it better to prepare meticulously for an adventure, or just set off and enjoy whatever unfolds?
Rides Ride to the sea Why, at the end of a long day in half term, did we find ourselves cycling into a brutal headwind on the south coast?
Members only Thoughts Free car parking is a joke Our bizarre obsession with parking for free makes great comedy. What’s not so funny is the way it benefits the wealthy at the expense of poorer people and the environment.
Water, power and pedals A stopover in Glasgow and a bike ride beyond the city reveal how climate change and slavery flow through our family history.
Walks Over Cam Fell Walking through a parched yellow springtime, we left the River Wharfe's dry bed and crossed the high point of the Dales Way.
Rides Rethinking food Reading the horror story of ultra-processed food has changed how I eat on walks and bike rides.
Rides Sciatica, cycling and me An injury taught me some tough lessons about myself and what it means to be well.
Rides Small acts of change As an introvert, I'm not inclined to activism but I've come to find satisfaction in taking practical steps towards a better future for walking and cycling.
Walks Out of darkness cometh light As winter’s grip loosens, I've come to recognise it as a time of renewal and exploration.
Thoughts Stop driving to the gym Going about our daily lives actively is far better for us than the lifestyle the leisure industry is pushing.
Walks Above Silurian clouds A week of high atmospheric pressure saw us happily marooned on hilltops, cut adrift in splendid Paleozoic isolation.
Thoughts Our year without a car Freed from owning an expensive lump of metal that spends most of its time doing nothing, we’ve saved ourselves money and hassle.
Walks Walking the sands of Sker Leaving busy Rest Bay behind, I walked on sand that stretched towards a dragon breathing its last.
Rides The last ride of summer Late summer bike rides are tinged with urgent sadness; each one might be the last before wet weather sets in.
Walks Camping wild and free on Dartmoor Exercising our fragile, threatened right to sleep under the stars, we hike high on to the moor before pitching our tent in the fading light.
Walks Walking the Simmenfälle The whitewater channel carrying the river Simme from the mountains is not what it seems.
Walks Patience and the panorama We awoke to see low cloud shrouding the mountain. There was nothing to do but sit and wait, refreshing the summit webcam and the weather app.
Walks The slow way to Switzerland An unhurried journey by train and on foot stretched time and filled our summer with stories.
Thoughts The impossibility of seasons This wet summer has me remembering dry days gone by, the sort of days when the sun evaporates the very idea of winter.
Walks Into the Dales Walking upstream along the River Wharfe in the footsteps of Iron Age settlers and an 18th century murderer.
Walks Walking the sculptor’s landscape A stroll around Canwood Gallery reveals the power of art and nature.
Walks The first and last of the winter snow With the late snowfall came a morning of childhood joy, and a chance to use our crazy coracle sledge.
Walks Hot chocolate on the hill Following in Celtic footsteps, we welcome spring with our own family ritual.
Walks Cynffig: life in the sand A walk through towering dunes takes us into a story of nature, people and a sand-drowned town.
