I’m awake. Very awake. It’s early on a wind-whipped Sunday morning and I’m neck-deep in the sea off the Isle of Man’s north-east coast. The rain is steady, the swell is heavy and the water is gaspindu

I AM someone who loves space. This is perhaps because of early childhood days on the beautiful Solway Coast. My father’s family farm was right on the beach. It enjoyed uninterrupted views across to th

T HE FOX STOOD IN THE shadows of ...

We leafed through the well-thumbed pages of our atlas until North Wales stopped us in our tracks. Anglesey felt like a place apart. A few weeks later, we found ourselves waist-high in prickly gorse, s

I’d just dropped Sarah off at a small railway station in Scotland and, after several weeks travelling together, I was on my own again. She was heading home to Cornwall, leaving me free to devote time

We rarely have a plan for our campervan adventures, preferring instead to point our noses in a general direction of travel and play it by ear. This summer in the UK was no exception as we left our hom