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Walking the Ridgeway

  There is something about the winter that makes it different from other times of the year, but it is not the cold. It is not the cold breath that escapes whenever you exhale,...

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Somewhere on the Cleveland Way

The sun was right above me; it was four in the afternoon. I wasn’t particularly late- sunset is around 7.30 this time of year in England- but when I set out that morning, I imagined that...

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France, early morning

In the French village of Bossey, not far from the Swiss border, the days pass by pretty slowly. So slowly that on a walk one morning, a slug I had chanced upon on a...

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Bukit Kutu- just another hill

Step. Swish. Skid. How many times will I need to slip on this stupid hill? I asked myself angrily. It ended up being a game. I would count the number of times I skidded...

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At home in Bo-Kaap

On March 2, 1653, after a long journey at sea, a slave called Abraham arrived as a stowaway on the shores of what is now Cape Town, South Africa. Abraham had escaped from his...

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Precious

  The heat was oppressive, the smells around me overpowering. Thankfully, together with the bodily odours and car fumes, there was a hint of the warm aroma of spices. This was Chennai, in the...

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A day on the Routeburn Track

I get a kick every time I tell people how the Routeburn Track got its name. The Routeburn Track- one of New Zealand’s nine Great Walks- started out as a trail in the 1860s...

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One Tree Hill

I’ve been counting my footsteps here in New Zealand. It takes me 701 steps in about six and a half minutes to reach Cornwall Park from where I stay in Auckland. Next to Cornwall...