I’ve finally uploaded my photos from this year’s Coed-y-Brenin weekender. Whilst this annual weekend in Wales is still referred to as ‘Coed-y-Brenin’, we stopped biking in that forest many years ago, and now visit other attractions near the campsite in Dolgellau instead.
This year Mark, Dave, Jon and I climbed Snowdon, the highest mountain in England and Wales. It was a gorgeous day and the views weren’t disappointing either.
Today was largely taken up by a flight back to London from San Francisco, where I spent the last ten days.
Americans seem to have a holiday for everything (recent weeks have seen Labor Day, Columbus Day, Veterans Day and Halloween), yet I must say I’ve always been a bit partial to the idea of a day of Thanksgiving.
As soon as my feet touch the ground at SFO it almost feels as if the next era of my life is set to begin. So as the final hours tick away on this one, I want to pay tribute to three people who have become very important to me over the last four or five years.
I won’t be participating in this years Great North Run. However two friends of mine will be.
A couple of days ago I turned 26. The jump from 25 to 26 seems much larger than the one digit increase would have you believe.
This last weekend me, Ellen, Nash, Hannah and Charis joined Jon on a visit south to Littlehampton where we spent two days with his girlfriend Katie and her mates, at a house she was looking after.
If there are two things that I can count on during any given year, they are non-eventful summers that seemingly end before they start, and the annual hell that is my birthday. Tthankfully this year has been a little bit different!
Yesterday, I received a text message I never thought I would.
All that you should leave behind.