I and my dad don’t have much in common, so we rarely talk about anything, but there’s only one thing we have in common is our love for adventure, especially hiking.

We only started hiking properly because as a child I disliked it due to feeling forced to go during school holiday and wanting to stay at home doing nothing, but now as I’m older I’ve started to appreciated the grand scale and beauty of the Earth and feel motivated to explore every corner of it, It also made me realised how insignificant we are, yet we have the power to destroy the world.

Went for a three days hike through the Pyrenees on the old route that people used to cross to Spain from France during the Second World War (otherwise known as The Freedom Trail), it was brutal.

It’s nice to go back to Wasdale Head and have their delicious local ales they made in-house usually named after the mountains nearby.

It’s even nicer when you rode all the way on an old bicycle after several hours worth of riding, the pints taste somehow lovelier.

I don’t want to stop riding.