Author Archives: Rebecca

During the last 3-4 months I’ve been wet and cold rather a lot. A little ironic considering I was remaining north to avoid the southern winter! Today was no exception. The shirt was again stripped off mid-route in favour of … Continue reading →

Accommodation at Rosthwaite was run by Rachel. Seventy three year old Rachel is a gem and a character. She regularly goes up the mountains to rescue people and gets around with Pip the parrot sitting on her shoulder. She had … Continue reading →

We had spent the night in the little village of Ennerdale Bridge. As long as there’s a pub, there’s a village. Even if that’s all there is. And that really is all there is at Ennerdale Bridge. You can really … Continue reading →

Distance walking is an interesting undertaking. Funnily enough I find the steep and difficult walks a lot easier than the flat walks. I seem to go faster up hills. Maybe I was a mountain goat in a past life. Nah….maybe … Continue reading →

Sunday it was time to race back to London to pick Mum up from Terninal 3. It wasn’t as smooth sailing as i thought. Frankfurt airport was a nightmare. More and more I am concerned about where that good old … Continue reading →

I love Germany. I think that time and frequent visits have made it so. It was never a country where the first time I landed I thought, “Wow! Germany!” I love it in a cozy, old friend kind of way. … Continue reading →

Mongolia. Where to start. I guess the first obstacle to overcome was surviving flights on Aeroflot, Ezines Airways and Aero Mongolia. Tick, tick and tick, even if Aeroflot did lose my luggage (big thanks to EVERYONE on my trip who … Continue reading →

Back to Somerset to The Manor House to hang with Judes and the team for a few days. Are there a kinder, more open and honest group of people in the world? I think not. It’s exciting times for the … Continue reading →

Sorry I haven’t blogged for an age. Seemed pointless in London and not possible in Mongolia. So, now I shall backdate…….sort of. Back in London. It was very weird. Mixed emotions though I must say the initial feeling was one … Continue reading →

I was going to visit Italy this week. One quick check of the bank account though means that I’m now hanging in what it seems is Italy’s polar opposite (obviously not literally, as that would mean I was hanging somewhere … Continue reading →