A Life Lesson Learned on a 3000ft Cliff – Via Ferrata Michielli Strobel, Dolomites, Italy

I felt like I was about to be hanged. A sleepless night had been a lurid maelstrom of technicolour possibilities; dreams of wibbling on a busy route; being stuck with no option to go back; an exposed move at the top of The Ladder; falling, being inverted by the weight of my rucksack, pulled out ofContinue reading “A Life Lesson Learned on a 3000ft Cliff – Via Ferrata Michielli Strobel, Dolomites, Italy”

The Two-Mile High Club

It took 15 minutes for the ‘plane to circle and climb to 12,000ft, during which I became more and more nervous. I was the only first-timer and, although I fully trusted Max, to whom I was firmly strapped (in the doggy position) when they shouted “12,000ft. Doors OPEN!” I thought “You’re all MAD!”

Lonely? A Traveller’s Tale of Christmas on the Other Side of the World.

I opened the curtains on to a bright, sunny day. I watched a lone paraglider spiral slowly down through the perfect blue sky. It was Christmas morning and I was alone. In a motel room in Queenstown, New Zealand. “It’s just another day!” I had assured Sue, my travelling companion, convinced that it wouldn’t troubleContinue reading “Lonely? A Traveller’s Tale of Christmas on the Other Side of the World.”

Skye is the Limit

Vertical Limits; Cuillin Finger & The ‘Worst Case Scenario’ for a Banana Flambée! “It’s not the mountain that wears you out, but the grain of sand in your shoe.” Whoever wrote that had obviously never sailed bonny boat, like a bird on the wing, over the seas to Skye – and set foot on theContinue reading “Skye is the Limit”