I grew up wandering in the bush. It just seemed normal. Cubs, Scouts, Stirling Range Adventure camp, family holidays – I just seemed to find myself in the bush a lot. I recently read a brilliant book by Richard Louv called The Last Child In The Woods, it reminded me not only of the importance of ‘going wild’ but also reminded me of why I so often feel so very alive physically, emotionally and spiritually when I engage in wild places.
I prefer to plod in these wild places rather than race through them. It is true that occasionally I go for a trail run, or when training for a big walk I might push myself hard, but mostly …iplod.
This blog, I hope, will become a collection of stories, reflections and trail notes of the journeys I have taken with friends and family. Mostly, my wife is my walking partner, it’s the best thing to be married to someone to whom you can share a passion like this with. Other people mentioned in these stories include random strangers, my kids and close friends.
I hope the stories are enjoyed.