Hello. I have decided to move my blog away from WordPress.com, and to a self-hosted site. The domain remains Onepaceforward.com, but any new updates and blogs may not now appear in your WordPress.com reader. And I don’t want you to miss out! Therefore, you may need to update the way you follow my adventures. And…
Built in 1841, the Balcombe (or Ouse Valley) viaduct is surely one of the most mesmeric structures in the south of England. A footpath passes right underneath the viaduct, allowing you a close up view of this amazing piece of Victorian railway architecture.
I really don’t visit Cornwall enough.
The county at the very far south-west tips of England is home to some of the finest coastal scenery in England, surrounded on three sides by rugged coastline, and interlinked around the coastal edges by the 630 miles of Southwest Coast Path.
Delving into the flat and sandy stretch of pristine, unspoilt tranquillity – a night wild camping under the stars was one of the more memorable nights I’ve enjoyed in the UK, Sandwood Bay is unlike anything I’ve seen – a truly special place.
Glen Coe is one of the most dramatic and most beautiful locations in Scotland; a well visited glen in a country packed full of drama and beauty.
In this great glen, and out of sight from the road, lies a surprising and hidden ‘Lost Valley’.
Combining a short, steep walk to the valley with a spectacular winter ascent of Stob Coire Nan Lochan, meant one of my favourite days I’ve had in the mountains of Scotland.
The beach at Oldshoremore is a stunning expanse of flat white sands, and if you visit, it may be likely you’ll have the place to yourself. You have to pinch yourself to remember you’re still in Scotland. We almost missed this amazing location. I’m glad we didn’t.
It’s no secret that Norway can be an expensive country to visit. With a bit of planning, Bergen can be visited and enjoyed for a reasonably small budget. Here’s how we did it.
Back in the summer of 2009, shortly after graduating from university, I had the chance to join five school friends for an epic road trip – a Grand Tour, if you will – departing from England by ferry, down through Spain to Barcelona via the San Fermin festival, the (in)famous running of the bulls in Pamplona. From Catalonia, we would head east through France and the Cote d’Azur and down into Italy, basing ourselves in the picturesque Umbrian countryside for a few days before turning north, heading home via Lake Garda, the Austrian Alps, the Black Forest in Germany and finally northern France.
This is part six of my recollections and photos of the trip; the first of two sections covering a short single day visit, walking through the heart of the capital; Rome.
Having now booked a few trips for 2015, here are a few places – mostly new, some not – on my horizon for the next few months.
An isolated stretch of flat, white sand; not a person to be seen or heard. Waves gently lapping at the shore. A seal is playing in the water, popping it’s head above the surface every minute. This beach is a special place, up there with the best beaches in the world. A small Caribbean cove? A hidden tropical island? No, better. These are the Singing Sands, near Kentra Bay, in Scotland.
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