Journal Posts — (Un)Inspired Ramblings

Across the Geghama

After the wet and cold first week, conditions improve as we head into the Geghama Mountains, on our bikepacking journey across Armenia.

Into the Mendips with Some New Gear

An overnight ride from Bath and Bristol into the Mendips, providing the first opportunity to properly use my new Goldback bags made by Jay Ritchey at Bags by Bird.

7 Shots from the 7 Stanes

7 photos from riding at the 7 Stanes mountain bike trail centres in Scotland.

Microadventures, Photography(Un)Inspired Ramblings13 July 2020UK, Scotland, 7StanesComment

The Muddiest Place on Earth?

A particularly muddy and challenging day bikepacking the TransCaucasian Trail across Armenia.

Cold Beginnings

A cold and wet introduction to bikepacking the TransCaucasian Trail across Armenia.

Across Armenia(Un)Inspired Ramblings1 June 2020TransCaucasian Trail, ArmeniaComment

Trash Free Trails

Trash Free Trails is a non profit organisation aiming to build awareness and action targeted at cleaning up the local trails that we all love to walk and ride. I joined them at a trail clean up event at Grizedale Forest in the Lake District.

Inspiration(Un)Inspired Ramblings22 April 2019Featured, trash free trails, UK Comment

North Yorkshire Moors

A month after the bogginess of mid-Wales, Matty gathered a few folk up in York for a night of fun and inspiring adventure talks, and then took us on an overnight route he'd put together that would see us crossing to the north side of the moors to a camping barn for the night, and returning the following day.

Microadventures(Un)Inspired Ramblings24 March 2019Featured, UKComment

Bear Bones Winter Bivvy

As well as the possibly better known Welsh Ride Thing (WRT) event in May, Stu at Bear Bones organises a similar but shorter and generally significantly colder and wetter event, in January - the Winter Bivvy.

Which Way Now?

Well, here we are, already three weeks into 2019. This started as a short post on Instagram to accompany the #bestnine photos of 2018, but soon became too big for that, turning into a reflection on a tricky year.

To the Gulf of Corinth

The night after leaving Karpenisi is spent camped next to a river close to the village of Domnista. The wide river bed looks like a construction site, with gravel pushed into banks, partially empty water channels weaving between them like ribbons and tree trunks abandoned like giant matchsticks. There are two bridges across the river: one larger and intact; the original laying in pieces along its side, destroyed in floods a few years ago.