This week’s dream: the weird and wonderful wildlife ...

The heat is real now. Intense sun from above and the road radiating heat up from below. My tri-suit feels like a microwave bag, stuffy and claustrophobic. I’m a pale, middle-aged, Scotsman. I wonder i

JB Smith goes searching for solitude in the forested folds of the Rhinogs – and finds himself falling under the spell of Eryri/Snowdonia’s quieter side

The elevator pitch made this trip sound very glamorous, but it’s nearing 43ºC and I’ve been stooping around in the desert for over an hour, eyes fixed on the arid earth. We’re in the Turkana Basin in

After spending two months bubling around southern Spain, you join the ride at Valor, in the Sierra Nevada mountains of Andalusia. We were contemplating our return route north to Santander and the ferr

We arrive at the top of High Cup Nick in the North Pennines. “It’s like the world starts just over there,” comments my friend Mark. He’s pointing down the U-shaped chasm of High Cup Gill, beyond whose