Here's a GPS trace of most of "Y Wal" at Afan. There's a bit missing because at that point I took my coat off (with gps logger in the pocket) and shoved it into the depths of my backpack where it couldn't lock on to the satellites. oops. I realised this mistake, and moved it to somewhere more sensible at the next stopping point!
Anyway, yes. Red mountain biking - probably not my normal choice for a weekend's activity, but this was a bit of a uni reunion type thing, involving many keen bikers. Plus a few of us with somewhat... continue reading »
On Saturday, I got up disgustingly early (5am?!) and drove for four hours with a somewhat hungover passenger. We ended up in Diss (and on a side note, the A14 is a very very boring road).
Obviously there was good reason for this - a weekend away with friends from Keele Scarily, this July will mark 6 years since graduation, thus 6 years of camping trips, days out and sleeping on other people's floors. All good.
I refused to do any more driving that day, but off we went to the seaside at Southwold. Which has a pier. Quite a nice... continue reading »
I appear to have reached the point of growing up where my friends are starting to do silly things like getting married and having babies. This summer seems to have been a steady stream of fancy invitations, and occasions where I can't get away with wearing shorts and flipflops (or better, freakshoes).
Last Saturday we celebrated Lucy's wedding. For me, this mostly involved getting quite drunk, dancing badly, and covering everything I touched in purple glitter. Oh, and pinching strawberries from the chocolate fountain to put in my Pimms, 'cos I'm classy like that.