Seven Peaks

A long, beautiful, sobering walk yesterday. A stupid walk. I’d tried to plan for it but my anxiety made me flipflop at lightning speed a thousand times about doing it. In the end the only way I walked at all was by taking the dogs out and then getting K. to bring me my rucksack … Continue reading



We walked out from the house up around the end of Tal y Fan on the edge of the Carneddau, on a frozen day. Ice stood in sheets on the fields, built up layer by layer like a shell over the softer ground. It was a delicate, beautiful day. Carneddau ponies grazed on thin grass, … Continue reading

The Dog

We met an old man on the beach today. We were walking down onto the Morfa at Conwy and I let my small frug dog off her lead because there weren’t many people about. She made a beeline for an elderly gentleman with snow white hair and a substantial white moustache, walking slowly back to … Continue reading