It’s that time of year when the cows and their calves graze in the fields and once shaky lambs now confidently skip over their mother’s back. Tractors pass the house every half an hour to collect freshly cut grass to turn into hay. There’s a sweet smell of summer in the air. The landscapes look different, over in the nearby hills, there are grassy zigzags and wispy waves and a few fields have been plowed. The air is filled with all sounds, buzzing and whooshing as the insects and birds go about their daily business. I can’t forget the 4 local Owls, a cuckoo, and parent buzzards who call out often mostly to their young. And then there’s that horse in the distance that seems to stand like a statue…. Evening rose pruning and grass cutting and of course lazing around on the hammock are my weekday treat.
It’s been a traveled filled few months and so I haven’t got to see every detail of the ever changing landscapes in my corner of the North East Hills but when there are adventures to be had, you take what you can get…. I thought I’d tell you what kind of things I’ve been up to over the last few months in a hope to inspire an adventure in your soul.
Back in May, Rik and I attended the very first Vangollen festival. A weekend of vans, bands, food, and music (LOVED Razorlight) set among the amazing Welsh hills. A relaxed atmosphere to fantasize about what it would be like to live out of a luxury T- something or another. And boy we’ve thought about it loads. It’s on our holiday to-do list.
On a trip to Fife recently (loads to tell you about that) we caught up with Blown Away run by identical twins Guy and Jamie for a SUP session on the North Sea. Since it was a little unpredictable that day, we opted for St Andrews emerald coloured harbor (spectacular). We bobbed along with the boats, paddled against winds and currents, ducking under bridges and even the occasional splash ( OK that’ll be me then…) As a girl with an irrational phobia of deep water, the jellyfish filled North Sea treated me well as did the two Scots Guy and Jamie.
Thrilled to say I live so near to the Llangollen Canal and all of the stunning aqueducts along the way. One Sunday evening we took a leisurely paddle down the canal at Chirk to Trevor in a canoe. thanks to our friends at TnR Coaching. Bel hasn’t got the gist jet of weight distribution but she has come a long way since her kayaking splash days! We all had an amazing time. Must remember to bring the picnic next time.
I dragged Rik out for a wild camp and hike in the local hills for ‘Wild Night Out’. We haven’t done a great deal together lately purely to do with schedules and I wanted to make a point of how you don’t need to go far in order to find adventure. Granted, I live 3 miles from the start of the mountains here! We didn’t get that far, due to Rik having a minor knee injury ( so he totally ruined my great hike plans) but we did set up camp in a woods which boasted beautiful views but not much of a good night sleep. Perhaps picking somewhere to sleep where most of the trees have been uprooted isn’t the best idea? We had high winds that night too… Still, it was great to spend some time with him even if he did use most of the 3L water I’d carried on my own. 😉
I took Llanberis out for an awesome ride. We rode from Llangollen to LLandiloes, and then to Aberystwyth and back to Llanidloes and then home. I’ve been wanting to do this ride on my scooter for a while. It’s dreamy especially as you leave Llanidloes and suddenly you’re on narrow sweeping roads on the side of hills, with sharp but curving corners. Certainly a route for the big bikes! We must have clocked up about 250 miles over two days. My longest ride yet…
I’d love to know what adventures you’ve got planned for now or in the future? Inspire me! 🙂