"If you feel things are getting a bit choppy and you sense yourself going over, grab hold of your 'Jesus Christ Almighty' strap and give it a good yank," said Sean Pierce of Shearwater Sea Kayaking. Read more...

Not, hopefully, the sort that involves crashing down a sheer cliff-face, but more a feeling that when I reach that cleft in the cliffs just around the next headland, by scrambling down the steep steps to the rocky beach below, I might just discover a dragon lurking in its cave, or a mermaid singing, or a smuggler, um, well, smuggling. Read more...
Camping isn’t really my thing. You have to spend at least half a day searching for, then packing your car with the various accoutrements required to ensure the barest minimum of comfort. You will always forget something crucial, and you will then argue about it with your partner. Read more...
Slowly, we crawled uphill in the Land Rover along a rough, stony road that cut between two high fells, listening intently to the irregular pulse of Stephen Murphy’s radio receiver.
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After an exhilarating hike in the Brecon Beacons, collapsing into the plump cushions of The Drawing Room, in front of a pot of hot tea and some bara brith, is a moment to be savoured.
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It is not often you go to an idyllic country house hotel and find yourself chasing the owners' pigs. There's a lot that's different about Ty Mawr Mansion, and I wouldn't have missed my morning workout in the pigpen for any number of bacon sarnies.
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The bike that nearly mowed me down had six woolly sheep's heads threaded along its handlebars. Fresh from the knife with their ragged necks still soggy with blood, the decapitated baa-lambs were headed straight for me as the bicycling butcher wheeled his way carelessly through the crush of the souk.
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The throaty purr of a classic sports car as it swishes up the gravel drive of a country house hotel is very hard to beat for sheer, eyelash-batting glamour. Read more...
"Everyone's arse is different," Oliver, our guide, stated pragmatically, "but yours will harden up soon enough - it only takes a couple of days cycling on this kind of track, trust me." He flashed a grin, and swooped off gracefully, his mountain bike closely moulded to a muscled body perfectly in tune with the rocky terrain. Read more...