Friday, May 27
Still upright, still breathing!
Preparing for my next wildcamping escape to Dartmoor I've been reviewing over 20 years of trip notes in an attempt to consolidate it all onto one single map.
Which has meant turning the house upside down looking for old trip notebooks, for details of precise routes.
Which in turn resulted in a review of all my Dartmoor photos, trying to locate/date various interesting spots I'd marked as potential revisit spots one day.
Which brings me back to this blog.
(Phew, talk about a long winded way to eventually get to the point)
In these days of Facebook\Vidlogs etc I'd long ago come to the conclusion that the glorious days of 'The Outdoor Blog' were over.
And it really doesn't help that so many of the original (and much mourned) fellow travellers seem to be no longer around to swop notes and ideas in such a suitable forum. Many since gone on their own solo walk from which they will never return - miss you folks.
So it seems the useful days of shared information exchange have largely disappeared with the spattergun effects from the impact of Facebook et al.
Then there is the look & feel of this blog's format itself. I have trouble finding information myself! And I wrote/host it, so what chance do the rest of you have?
In the days of laptop\web browser viewing it worked, but for mobile users? Nah a right pig to navigate. Whatever the value of the content, if you can't get to it easily, it may as well be manure. Not to be waded through recklessly.
Time for a think as to this site's future.
Once it was a useful method of recording my trips logs, but became a generally beneficial communication tool for others seeking information or (whisper it gently) entertainment.
After my next trip, with time again to spare, I'll see how relevant this remains. Depends if I have the drive to transfer my trip jottings over to the web.
(At least recording my trips on here I don't have to spend fruitless time searching for my bloody trip reports)
And perhaps there is a simple way to migrate this site to a new platform, one that is mobile friendlier. (any tips out there?)
Tapping out these jottings are a little like whistling into a deep mineshaft of solitary disinterest, so if there's anyone still out there, why not leave me a comment?
It'll inform my decision on where this goes next.....
Cheers wildcampers
Labels: Backpacking Advice, blog media, dartmoor, Mental Health, National Park, UK Outdoors Blogger, uk walking blog
Sunday, April 5
LeJog - Charity Walk
Fellow UK Outdoor Blogger Litehiker has recently announced his plan to walk from Land's End to John o'Groats starting on Sunday 5 April in aid of Multiple Sclerosis Research and Relief Fund. Donations here.
If anyone wants to join him for odd bits (his words, not mine!), his schedule can be found on his blog. Whilst the route is fixed, the timetable will be flexible based on his progress, but he'll be posting as he goes so he can be tracked down.
If you want to join in, he can be emailed at litehiker@pocketmail.com for further details.Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger
Wednesday, February 25
Outdoor blog and website links
I've become somewhat reluctant over recent months to publicise new UK outdoor blog & websites on here.
Not, I hasten to add, because I don't recommend them. Personally I try to keep up with each site's postings on a regular basis via the my RSS feed package. To be honest its really the only way that I can keep up these days (check out Google Reader for an easy introduction & a free RSS tool)
The main reason for my decision has been more to do with the sheer volume of new bloggers popping up with something that they feel the urge to say, along with their own observations & tips.
To visit each web site directly would require a couple of hours each day if I was to visit each independently, hence RSS.
Take February for instance. I've become aware of:
- Step By Step -"a walker\backpacker of many (too many) years standing"
- A Mountain High - "in my third remission from cancer ...my attempt to blog my re-kindled passion for the mountains"
- Backpackingbongos -"to write about my backpacking trips"
- Where the Fatdog Walks - "Three years ago I decided that I needed a break from the interminably boring dogwalks near the house. Armed with a rucksack of Bonios and a black hairy stomach on legs I headed into the wilds of Scotland. This blog is a record of our travels"
- Daily Hiker - "web magazine dedicated to helping hikers, backpackers, mountaineers, and anyone else interested in the outdoor"
- Stourvale Walker - "Backpacking & light weight camping in wild places" (finally - a local lad from my neck of the woods)
So rather than fill this blog with "have you seen.." type posts, as in the past when finding UK based outdoor backpacking/wildcamping reading was a challenge, nowadays the new Bloggers find me. Or more accurately, us - those who have already established blogs and websites and continue to provide our regular outpourings over the years. For better or worse.
Whilst there are a couple of UK Outdoor Blog link lists around, if you really want to get an idea of what's on offer I suggest checking the UK Outdoor Bloggers Association membership list for the latest links.
(Happily its been one of the successes of the UKOBA that it continues to deliver on its original aim to pull together UK Outdoor Bloggers, whether new or established, and provide mutual support & a pooling of ideas to develop the format into the future)
Now having said all that, I've a plug for a site new to me, which I mention because its sufficiently different from the majority of those already on offer.
Clever Backpacker "provides tools for backpacking, hiking, camping, and more. You can check out gear, find related resources, and use our tools. Be clever, use our tools to save you time when you plan your next trip"
There are plenty of ideas, advice & access to some thoughtful tools. Possibly the sort of things, like gear lists, that you considered doing yourself, but never quite got around to.
Right. That lot should keep you busy on the next rainy Sunday afternoon.
Enjoy. Labels: blog media, Gear, UK Outdoors Blogger
Tuesday, November 18
Dawn, deer & damn the camera
The call came late last week. A chance to steal away from the daily work routines and meet up with fellow UK Outdoor Blogger Dawn Meeting up was uneventful so off to catch up with the usual gossip over a post journey coffee. Outspread map and our muddy boots, brought some glances from the patrons of the up-market establishment, as we sat happily looking at Dawn's options for her trip, based on my local knowledge.
Away then to a quieter part of the New Forest, to walked together up to a distant ridge before I turned back. Even in that brief a time two encounters with deer, one almost from beneath our feet as a fawn sprang clear, suddenly unfrozen for its hiding place deep amongst the dying bracken. The second - a full herd with four antlered stags standing guard.
Later as I returned another herd appeared on the horizon, silhouetted against a sun low in the sky. The pesky mobile telephone camera absolutely incapable of capturing the particular uniqueness of the moment.
(And the same it seems for photo editing package - you'll have to click on the picture below to see what I mean)
A good day, pleasant company; And a reminder to saviour the simple things that truly count.Labels: nature, New Forest, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, September 27
Caution - Blogger At Work
You know that feeling.
Sun's out.
Those pesky chores all done.
Belly full........well for the next half an hour or so.
So what else is a Blogger to do, out on safari?
Darren, zen like in his study of relaxation techniques. Hard at work.Labels: Backpackers Club, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, September 13
Outdoors Blog
Heads up - a new UK Outdoor Blog: Backpackbrewer’s Outdoor Blog
"Mostly, but not exclusively, a blog about the outdoors…..mostly"Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, September 6
Buy the ticket, take the ride
Walking in the rain.
A lot of rain.
From the feel of it, rain meant for someone else as well. Perhaps a few extra clouds diverted by Met Office scientists as a subtle retaliation? A penance for decrying the dumbed down CGI that passes for a TV Weather Forecast these days. Ah but down that path lies paranoia, so lets turn off that track right now.
For naturally we outdoor folk are suitably equipped for these adverse conditions.
As I walk my M3 player feeds me the erudite tones of Steven Fry and his latest podcast (No. 5) A guilty pleasure in listening to his Anglo Saxon littered tirade against Compliance Men In Suits (Don’t you just get a snickering tingle when a cultured gent cuts loose - lol)
But a different feeling when he reflects on the description of those traps awaiting a regular weekly columnist with space to fill, and little to say. Mr Fry identifies two pitfalls.
Firstly - Nostalgia: Remember how it was all so much better; Secondly - Anger: This makes me so mad I will rant. And you will agree or fight me.
The sort of articles you may spot as you browse your weekend newspaper. Even identified, how simple a trap they may remain.
For me a lesson to absorb as I turn it to Blogging, my own media. Or more precisely the easy ability to simply Churn Out Stuff.
Something that I have on my mind at present following various interchanges on the use and abuse of this communication media, and a few practical examples of just how little effort an article can be created using cut, paste and a little personalisation.
I’d add a couple more pratfalls of my own.
Comment: This is what I think about that report/news/action; Googlese: Look what I've found, lets all go and look.
Commonly these cosy up together in the same piece, feeding off each others lack of originality.
So easy to trip. 'Tis but a short fall, without any noticeable impact. Then taken over a period of time it becomes an all too comfortable existence.
Look - I'm doing it now. A reference to something I found, that entertained, and is being followed up with a commentary.
In mitigation it's my explanation of the catalyst behind my thought process. Being only too aware that my logic can go from Here to There too rapidly at times for others to catch the references that link the path of logical thought. Well logical to me at least.
With me so far? For its time to sharply veer away now.
Blogging is rather too comfortable.
There I've said it out loud.
But before you dash off to the Comment Box for one of those Mr Angry moments let me qualify that this is a reflection only of my own site & content.
Shock! Horror! Has old Johnny succumbed to water on the brain and started to lose it?
Let's try to explain. Many of the articles on here I personally find less than satisfactory when looking back over them sometime later. Don’t get me wrong. If it was simply crap writing, or was becoming a chore, I’d stop.
It's just that all too often I find this site has become a conduit for another's thought, observation or experience. Something down to me as editor, proof reader and senior writer to control of course.
As a public service, be it identifying outdoor information or bring some entertainment value, I trust it provides something positive. That part I'm relatively happy with.
But as for the rest, that's not enough. It's never been the main urge that keeps me hunched over this clacking keyboard for far too many hours each week; Reading, researching, thinking and finally, for some items, putting it down for you to browse over for a few minutes before skipping on elsewhere.
(Stick with me here folks - that wasn't a suggestion!)
I believe that this site has delivered much since it first sidled onto the net.
FAQ information for backpacking newbies & tips for the more experienced. Routes and travel suggestions to fan the flickering impulse to visit new areas. At times crusading, not just the Legalise Wild Camping Campaign, but also in support of the Mountain Rescue Teams & other backpackers personal challenges. Even kit reports occasionally, where the gear is something that interests me.
And always a medium for interchange of ideas and a mutual exchange of experiences.
Still most of this stuff can be found elsewhere on the web. Done better. Done in more detail. Or just done more regularly.
Back in January I tried to draw a line, to summarise what makes this pleasurable for me, and sufficiently different for you to return for more of the same.
My line in the sand. To step beyond the well established safety zone of trite conventionality. To offer material that provokes in others a recognition of something deeper than the nuts & bolts elements of what we do outdoors. To quote myself (another trap?)
"to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfilment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place"
A tough gig maybe, but one that gives me that special buzz when it works.
Perhaps the above wittering comes across as a ramble or disjointed tirade. Maybe even an indication of failure (which I don’t accept BTW)
But as the rain continues to fall, and Stephen Fry concludes his podcast, you may spot mine host. Alone in a sodden maize field, save for a confused collie dog, watching as his master mentally kicks himself for having been snagged by the biggest trap of all.
Complacency.
Time to regroup and hire myself a new editor here at JH Towers.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 26
Blog - Birthday, Backpacking & Belief
Back in 2006, as I was part way through my usual Summer pattern of wildcamping and backpacking forays, something sparked me up to start this blog, in an attempt to express this feeling somewhere deep inside of myself.
On the second anniversary of this Blog I reread that first post to see if my thoughts had shifted in the two years since it started.
That deep driving force remains true, but there has also been some positive changes as a result of that decision take two years ago. And an indirect fall-out, the sense of enforced responsibility with a slow realisation that what appears on here may possibly influence others, dependant on what message they chose to take away from their visit.
Originally the Blog was a way to supplement my usual walking diaries, that I still keep, but to embellish the short handwritten notes with photos and reference links.
My pile of diaries, scribbled in small notebooks in the tent each evening with a stub of a pencil, provided route details, places enjoyed, ideas for future trips, and pitches noted along the way, to return to maybe. Most importantly it left little factually based reminders to myself for the future. Kit to try out, modify or discard. Different ideas or approaches to help improve what I enjoy doing. Especially potential wildcamp spots to follow up (Even now I seem to spend a walk, whatever the location, automatically mentally noting potential sites)
At the time UK based blogs were few and far between, and certainly in single figures. There were a number of walking websites, but with the exception of Backpacking In Britain few related to my specialised interest. Or suitable for a two way communication of interests and ideas.
I felt I had some experiences of my own way to offer, after a number of years of basically learning mostly by personal trial and error. This had been supplemented by the occasional group "camp out" in the wilds, soon abandoned as I quickly realised that the general 'walker' in my geographical location just didn't get "It". That kick deep inside I still get on waking up in a lonely wildcamp location; A day's walk ahead; Carrying my essential amenities on my back. To see things few others know exist. And to survive, nay prosper, in the basic natural environment that can at times be downright hostile and dangerous. Nature & the Outdoors away from the cities. My version of Real Life.
My only source of new ideas and challenges came via digging into the few backpacking books available relating to the UK itself, and keeping an eye on the outdoor magazines.
For whilst those in the traditional outdoor pursuit areas such as the Lakes, or Peak District, may take their introduction and education to the Great Outdoors in their stride, those of us outside these localities don't have that benefit. Finding like minded people, or even places, to follow this calling were rare.
I also understood, and still do, that experience only become wisdom by listening to others, learning from my own trial, and applying the particular lesson in a way that works best for me.
If my site statistics are to be believed, two years on this blog has had over 34,000 visitors. Each day around hundred new people arrive to look over it, some stay, many move on, but a hard core of repeat visitors return again and again, and join in to share their own experiences, comment on my own, or offer some alternative thoughts.
And at each Blog anniversary I'm surprised to find that these numbers keep increasing by around a 50% increase each year (At this rate if I keep this up until I'm 102 I'll have most of the English reading world on here!)
But the stats, as those involved in this Blogging malarkey know only too well, are of comparative value only. Its not about the numbers, but about the bridges built between those sharing a love of the outdoors, or seeking to explore it further.
Without meaning to sound boastful it may be safe to say that without Blogs like this, alongside those early established trail blazers & later arrivals in early in 2007, the outdoor scene would have been slightly different.
- No UK Outdoor Blogger Association to support and advise those interested in the Blog as a way of expressing their own take on the UK Outdoor walking and wildcamping scene.
- No coming together of people from across the UK and beyond for regular meet-ups & wildcamps.
- No forming of long term friendships between people who otherwise were unlikely to ever meet.
- No Wild Camping E-Petition Campaign to explore the associated issues for those who were similarly motivated for change.
- And especially no chance for some of us to step outside our personal small insular areas, a circumstance of geography and community. To learn from others, and to teach. To consider different ways, and to adapt our own individual style.
Now that's not being arrogant. At least its not my intention. Call it a personal view, a personal history if you like, of progress during the last two years.
And all a somewhat divergent preamble to the point of my reflections.
Magazines, on-line forums, Blogs and Podcasts share one basic theme. Communication. Mostly a consideration of how we may approach what we do, the kit used, and the methodology concerned.
But for you, the reader or listener on the receiving end, it isn't meant to be a proscriptive set of rules but a never ending discussion of the tools and our use to follow the pursuits that we have chosen. And sometimes that point can be missed amongst all the shiny kit reviews and latest trends.
Whether its ultralight tarp and trail shoe, 80 litre pack and two man canvas tent, or the latest/best/alternative/traditional bit of kit or area ........ it all comes down to one thing which Monty Python put so succinctly:
"Brian: Please, please, please listen! I've got one or two things to say.
Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them!
Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong! You don't NEED to follow ME, You don't NEED to follow ANYBODY! You've got to think for your selves! You're ALL individuals!
Crowd: Yes! We're all individuals!
Brian: You're all different!
Crowd: Yes, we ARE all different!
Man in crowd: I'm not...
Crowd: Sch!"
Don't be the Man in the Crowd folks. Or should that be do- confusing. Anyway - soak it all up. Try it out in safety. Take what works. Discard what doesn't. But most of all experiment whilst aware of your own skill and experience levels, and learn from whats available adapting it for what works for you.
Backpacking and wild camping will never be a 'trendy' pursuit amongst the public at large. It tends to attract those with a more individualist streak, possibly even the downright weird at times (names provided for a 'small' handling charge -lol) But its that self driven element that is part of what makes it so satisfying.
Possibly the very worst sort of people to be told what to do. But the most able, I find, to weigh up the good alongside the bad and safely find their own unique path to get more out those special places we visit all too rarely.
Yes. The writer now is not the same individual of two years ago. But one that today gets even more enjoyment, alongside an increasing number of like minded individuals, with benefits that long ago were not even considered.
Now after all that, time to blow out the birthday cake candles.
Phew!Labels: Backpacking Advice, blog media, books, E-Petition-Wildcamping, UK Outdoors Blogger, uk walking blog
Wednesday, July 23
New Blog: Walk Dartmoor
The influence of the UK Outdoor Bloggers 'On Tour' strikes again? Well possibly.
We're a bit like chicken pox. Itchy. Persistent at times. But inevitably something that stops you going sterile when you're older.
Err .....that analogy doesn't seem to have worked out quite as I expected.
Anyway, a casual chat over a pint Saturday night; Some initial playing around with website layouts; And .......Voila.........Another Blog appears.
This time hewn from the primordial Dartmoor bogland. No doubt formed from mud, sphagnum moss...and one or two other things perhaps.
Shamus, for those who know his alter ego on Outdoors Magic talks a fair amount of sense; Knows how to place his tongue firmly into cheek when mood takes; And like most of us will undoubtedly succumb to drivel when backed into the bottom of yet another empty pint glass.
But he's also a man at one with Dartmoor's wilderness, and after talking with him it's clear the place has got under his skin. Understandable IMHO. If his knowledge of the area can be shared via his Blog then that will be a real benefit to those reading it.
Walk Dartmoor - "I am all too aware that I spend so much time running, hiking, teaching navigation and wild camping on Dartmoor that I ought to share it in some way. I enjoy photographing the moor and reading about the prehistoric people of Dartmoor; my ancestors I suppose! So I hope some of this may be of use to you"
Usually my blog recommendations are made after that difficult birthing period. But in this case I'm guessing Shamus is one of those people who will react well under pressure.
So check his Blog out and chip in any support you'd care to offer. And remember to very nice. He has a large dog with an affinity for picking up skulls.
Don't say you weren't warned.
pLabels: blog media, dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, uk walking blog
Tuesday, July 22
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Wash-Up
The Stats:
Day 1: To Meldon Reservoir;
Distance - 1.25 mile;
Day 2: Black-a-Tor Copse-LINTS TOR-GT & Little Kneeset-Fur Tor-Sandy Ford-Amicombe Hill-Green Tor-Nodden Gate;
Distance - 11.3 mile (18.08 km); Ascent - 847m; Average Speed - 2.4 mph
Day 3: Nodden Gate-Great Nodden-Sourton Tors-Meldon Reservoir car park;
Distance - 5.87 mile; Average Speed - 3.3 mph (edited post comment - thanks Gayle)
TOTAL: Well who cares?
Summing Up:
I've already said most of it summing up my last trip Suffice to say track finding on Dartmoor can be 'interesting' at times, and definitely not for those who worry about mud or boggy areas.
Map and compass work is a given, whatever the weather.
As Geoff used a 1:50,000 map we were able to compare the detail provided with my 1:25,000 OS. Suffice to say I'll be sticking with the more detailed version. Even then the tracks on the ground are mostly not reflected on the OS map. Get used to reading the ground and the lie of the land ahead as you move forwards. This is where my winter New Forest bogland walks come in very useful.
The valley around Amicombe Brook was quite challenging, and the crossing of Amicombe Hill itself difficult at times. Whilst not the worst land I've ever crossed it required a fair degree of concentration and will power. Definitely an area which saps the energy out of the legs with the incessant high stepping gait and regular direction changing required to make any reasonable progress onwards. Sunday morning my legs definitely felt like I'd walked much further than the eleven miles recorded.
Lessons learnt, Tips & Tricks:
Gear:
The North Face Hedgehogs turned out to be a liability. Dried out they will remain useful as street shoes, but a new pair will be on order presently. A difficult decision not to ditch them at Nodden Gate and save the dead weight. But you know what its like with that special and oh so faithful piece of gear. They've had a long life but fool on me for not heeding the warning signs of their imminent demise earlier in the month.
Food:
An opportunity to test the
JH Mash against the Asda version. Mine was full of taste, quantity and quality. The ASDA version - rubbish. Definitely worth playing around with some alternative mixes to expand the range, but basically a very quick and easy way to prep cheap instant food. (Orders are being taken BTW -lol)
Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Sunday
An intentional early start with family duties requiring my presence back home in the afternoon. Not to mention my near pathological disgust of travelling the A35 on a Sunday during holiday season. A major trunk road? More like a caravan park at times, and lethal when the Sunday lunchers come out to for a gentle drive. No siree - this man had places to be and stuck behind day trippers was not in the plan.
So it was a quiet byee to those already moving, including Mick and Gayle, another early starter. Or so I thought until their later report proved my so-called early stirring to me a lie-in compared to their unfortunate overnight experiences. But hopefully those stunning early morning views were some mitigation Gayle. The sort of panoramas we dream of seeing; But are usually still busily dreaming instead.
(Nodden Gate camp-up aka it might be a crappy camera but it does movies 'innit)
Typically the day was brilliant sunshine as I followed the east bank of the stream northwards. Rewarded a few hundred metres later with the sight of a fox crossing my path apparently unperturbed as he disappeared into the lush ground cover flushing up a pheasant in the process.
Picking one of the numerous narrow tracks upwards onto the ridge I found myself on a clear track moving westwards of Great Nodden with a clear view of the land to the east of Dartmoor, my company for the next hour or so. The wind still playfully present, but on the whole A Good Day.
Eventually the track started its steady descent towards Sourton Tors and the path crossing (GR 546 896) Swinging right the view before was similarly beckoning. The high ground of Dartmoor on the right, the aerial on top of Yes Tor, a previous wildcamp spot, clearly visible today. Ahead my destination peeking cheekily between the gap in the hills.
(Meldon Reservoir & Okehampton in the distance)
Down now, the gradient becoming steeper as I followed the foot of Corn Ridge making my way back to where it had all started on Friday, with a spirited stomp back to the car, and the pleasures of the WC beckoning.
(Friday night's campsite. Sans rain clouds)
The final leg of the route alongside the resy, now very familiar, giving me the chance to fiddle with my GPS's tricks, which showed my moving average speed over that section was 3.7 mph. Just goes to show what a few days walking can do for fitness once the eye is tuned to the terrain, the body warmed up, and the feet raring to go.
But all too soon it was back in the car and on the road back heading towards Durzet.
A good weekend. A further reminder, if one was needed, of the wild land Dartmoor has to offer; That chance of solitude so easily achievable; And the easy fellowship that exists amongst my fellow Bloggers.
Later that afternoon, during a break in family festivities, I spotted a post from Alan Sloman posted earlier, via the wonders of modern technical wizardry (for as we all know, Alan is quite a Boffin, hence his nickname 'Merlin -Wizard of the Valves. Ahem)
My body may have been basking in the hot sunshine, meat on the BBQ, and a beer in hand; But my mind was back there on the moor, my spirit camped out high amongst the Dartmoor hills.
An early return is required, methinks.Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Monday, July 21
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Saturday
I awoke early Saturday, but obviously not early enough as most of the others appeared to have beat me up. With the previous evening's rain and wind Darren had narrowly avoided taking an early bath, without leaving his sleeping bag as the water found its usual path downhill via his pitch. And that could have been any of us to be honest. Luckily his choice of Hex (3?)tent and bivvy bag meant his morning ablution was still a matter of choice, rather than unexpected enforcement.
No tarps on this trip matey, not even for Geoff or Darren. Very sensible.
Mick & Gayle ably demonstrated one outcome of their 84 days on LeJoG as they worked in unison to smoothly pack away their gear, with nary a cross word or question. Last time I tried that with my partner I had to hide all sharp poky things from the vicinity. Impressive M&G.
As others followed suit I ditched the idea of a "holiday" and started to packed away the brew kit. The weather, as expected, was wet. Not necessarily raining. Yet. But a day of on/off showers was going to be the best we could hope for.
We remnants of the True Holiday Makers started the walk up the western bank of the West Okement River, oohing and ahhing at all the damned fine wildcamping spots for the future. Ones less likely to act as a catchment area for pooling as had the one on the night before. We even came across a tent with its occupants still ensconced. Now that's Proper Holiday Stuff.
Geoff and myself left Duncan, Darren, and his friend Martin to head up towards Black Tor whilst we moved on up the valley. I’d had this route in mind since I first spotted it a couple of years ago, keen to see just how far south it went and the quality of the track. Quite good as it turned out until the inevitable bog and flooded land forced a detour onto the western slopes and up to Lints Tor (GR 580 875) aka The Sphinx
(Lints Tor)
On then to contour around Great Kneeset and its smaller relation, Little Kneeset before the trudge across the increasingly common bog/stream/bog crossing up to Fur Tor (GR 587 830)
(Army tent city high on Black Ridge?)
This is the most remote of the Dartmoor Tors. Remembering the trudge up to it I’d certainly concur. But on a good day, with drier conditions underfoot great day out for a circular walk from Okehampton/Meldon Reservoir, with a choice of lowland one way and return across the tops to Yes Tor. However with low cloud and heavy rain definitely more of a challenge and only for those with good map and compass skills.
(A view from Fur Tor)
The sight of the distinctive Postbridge aerial in the distance meant a welcome chance to finally get a reasonable mobile phone signal and report 'Alls Ok' back home (Sun & T-shirt weather I was told. Hmmm. Super)
Sheltered from the ever present wind whilst taking our lunch the sun broke through the clouds. And promptly disappeared again as the wind sheered around and our haven became yet another pocket of gusts. So far we'd only been walking for a couple of hours and based on my recent Dartmoor experience during my previous trip I felt the ground, though wet, to be easy enough to move over given an acceptance that tracks had to be spotted as we went, and most footsteps were inevitably soon followed by one that would splashed.
We were wearing our waterproof jackets, more to keep out the chilly wind than rain. With the day being lights showers you just get to a point where the damned waterproof is left on really. But except for a brief trial with the leggings it was never bad enough to get us wetter than we already were, or ruin the views. And what views they were as we could look back down the valley tracing the route we had travelled already.
Crunch time. With our evening's meet-up fixed Geoff and myself debated the remainder of the route. Looking over the valley floor to the Tors on the western skyline the choice was mapped out below. Take the high, but long route? Or Go For It cutting across the valley floor?
The latter won out. Oh what poor misguided fools! In hindsight it was definitely land I wouldn’t choose to walk over again having done it the once. With the heavy rain of the day before crossing Amicombe Brook made life "interesting" (Aren’t brooks supposed to be piddly little water courses with kids sailing paper boats?) This one must have taken twenty minutes or so before we found a suitable crossing place due to the waters flow and depth. And then only by a spirited jump across into the reed bed on the far bank. With the inevitable splash and giggle as a couple of steps later we were reminded just why reed beds grow near/in water.
By now we were both getting the feel of the land we were travelling across, and the inevitable splash and mud was little more than an inevitability of our route. Even the times when the sphagnum beneath our feet seemed to sink and then ripple away before us gave little real concern. Solo I’d have probably have been a little more cautious about the route, but our joint experience level, and realistic expectation of the ground meant as a duo we could be a little more exploratory on this occasion. And to be honest it was fun honing those essential broken ground skills. From my experience of Dartmoor this was as bad as it was likely to get, so bring it on (but hey - I had spare dry socks!)
The next couple of hours were a trudge across the open moorland contouring Amicombe Hill heading towards the seemingly ever distant Green Tor. Normally I find that if the goal is in sight then movement towards feels quite rapid. But not today. We'd find sheep and cattle tracks, or an occasional paths made by a farmer's ATC, only for them to peter out within a few hundred metres. And that was the good stuff. Mostly it was a case of reading the ground ahead, and sticking to the 340 degree bearing. A task which we managed with magnificent aplomb (But god did it get monotonous after a while) Even the sight of a lizard scuttling for cover (me) or a frog (Geoff) did little to break up the trudge. Breaking out the Biltong at least meant our minds had something else to cope with, as the fibrous meat, tasty as it was, was left lodged in the gaps between the teeth. Something else to think about amongst the occasional splashes.
(Bleak House)
Finally we were near enough to the Tor and with some casting about we picked up the mine track heading down towards Nodden Gate, the pitch for the night.
But not without one reminder of the real danger of Dartmoor.
We'd both stepped in various boggy matter, usually just the one leg to the calf; Or knee at worst. But descending a small slope into the old mine workings below Bleak House (560 863) my right foot slipped into a hole and I once again found myself sitting down. But one difference. No mud or bog around me, virtually a dry slope with evidence of a good and well used path. I waggled my foot experimentally to find purchase and raise myself. But there was nothing underneath it except empty space.
Something to laugh about at the time as I gingerly pulled myself back from the gap, but a warning that whilst the open moorland may feel a difficult place at times it’s the apparently safe paths amongst the old mine workings where the true danger lies.
But this apart the journey downhill was a simple descent with fine views all around. A final manly stride through the ford (well I was past caring by now and the boots needed cleaning) where we found ourselves to be the last to arrive, the others having (mostly) opted for shorter routes.
A chance to meet up with fellow Dorset Backpackers Club member, John Yale (Hi John), on his own solo wildcamping trip. And shortly after Fossil Buff (aka FB) of Outdoors Magic fame(?), and his mate (another Martin I think)
FB didn’t get a hugely enthusiastic welcome from me initially, on account of a potentially over enthusiastic greeting from one of his dog brace as I dangled over the stream carefully removing contact lenses. But with that chore safely away, and the evening meal complete, we walked the short distance down to the Fox and Hounds at Bridestowe. Great beer. Great food. (Although Mick may yet have something to say about that considering his unexpected illness later that night) But especially great company as we bloggers et al set the world to rights.
Well OK Alan Sloman talked and we tried to butt in occasionally when ever he stopped for a sip of beer(lol) And thanks to those who plied me with free ale for an exceptionally cheap evening.
An early night after a tiring but enjoyable day. that's the south, north and west borders of Dartmoor all traversed in a month.
Undoubtedly there's gold in them thar Dartmoor hills. At least for us wildcampers who appreciate real solitude away from the crowds.
Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Friday
What was to have been a leisurely journey across the south coast during Friday turned into a stew of holiday traffic, with a couple of tractors thrown in to salt the recipe. The weather, as if in cahoots with the road tribulations turned its face away from the earlier sunshine and blue skies. No surprise then that my eventual arrival at Meldon Reservoir just south of Okehampton was met with a torrential downpour.
(Looking up Meldon Reservoir)
Naturally, all taken in stride for this seasoned 'packer. I sat in the car and waited. A pleasant half hour was spent checking the map; Changing into boots; And waiting for the rain to cease and the sky to turn blue;
(And that's what makes it a reservoir and not a puddle)
I'd probably be there still if I expected that sort of climatic epiphany last Friday. Wet? There was a huddle of ducks near the car park complaining about the conditions underfoot. Or should that be webbed feet?
Familiar with the route to the well known wildcamp spot at the southern end of the water (GR 555 907) I was able to spend the short walk along the resy taking a look around with no particular urgency in mind. But once on site getting the tent up quickly was order of the day. First brew on before 3 p.m. Result.
(Hey look - that litle green tent over there is mine!)
In between the showers I unwisely opted to slip off the Scarpa boots for my camp/travel footwear - North Face XCR Hedgehogs. I'd been considering their replacement earlier in the month, but other things had intervened.
Well that was tempting fate. As I explored the banks of the stream cascading (deluging) down from Black-a-Tor Copse I realised two things.
Firstly, back at the camp spot, a couple of my fellow bloggers (Alan and Martin) had just arrived. They were eyeing my open and apparently deserted Akto. Possibly wondering whether the Beast of Bodmin was holidaying in the area?
It was then my brain received the message that my feet were damp. I don't do wet feet - too many years of motorcyling trips. But the gore tex liner had chosen this point to throw in the towel, just as my feet squelched over water sodden ground. Farewell then Hedgehogs faithful companion for the last eighteen months, and to be replaced with the same again - what higher praise is there than that?
Mulling over a change of footwear I considered the ground around me (wet, very wet, or sodden) and opted to keep my dry stuff for the morrow and live with things for that evening. Quite how the Innov8 afficionados get on with having their feet in this state ALL the time is beyond me (lol); and perhaps the weekend on Dartmoor may have them thinking the same?
My compadres suitably set-up, next to arrived was Geoff, dapper as ever and cunningly disguised as Mary Poppins to fool the rain clouds (see yesterday's pix) An unsuccessful attempt as it turned out. Nice try Geoff.
Then Mick and Gayle, (although that should really be Gayle and Mick surely as she does most of the blogging?)
Finally, around 9pm, when I'd retired to my sleeping bag, the one dry spot that I could think of amongst the incessant rain, Darren, Duncan and Martin arrived to complete this week's Blogger crowd.
Or so we thought...
(A sunny day in paradise)Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Sunday, July 20
Dartmoor Trip
A taste of things over the past few days..... more to come soon
Where the water is supposed to be, instead of where it insisted on being on the Friday!
Geoff making us all feel somewhat sartorially challenged. Or is it Nick Crane? Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 19
Fox n Hounds nr Nodden Gate
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Yes Gayle - I can drink and blog at the same time!
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
Labels: E-Petition-Wildcamping, TGO Challenge, UK Outdoors Blogger
Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
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All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
Preparing for my next wildcamping escape to Dartmoor I've been reviewing over 20 years of trip notes in an attempt to consolidate it all onto one single map.
Which has meant turning the house upside down looking for old trip notebooks, for details of precise routes.
Which in turn resulted in a review of all my Dartmoor photos, trying to locate/date various interesting spots I'd marked as potential revisit spots one day.
Which brings me back to this blog.
(Phew, talk about a long winded way to eventually get to the point)
In these days of Facebook\Vidlogs etc I'd long ago come to the conclusion that the glorious days of 'The Outdoor Blog' were over.
And it really doesn't help that so many of the original (and much mourned) fellow travellers seem to be no longer around to swop notes and ideas in such a suitable forum. Many since gone on their own solo walk from which they will never return - miss you folks.
So it seems the useful days of shared information exchange have largely disappeared with the spattergun effects from the impact of Facebook et al.
Then there is the look & feel of this blog's format itself. I have trouble finding information myself! And I wrote/host it, so what chance do the rest of you have?
In the days of laptop\web browser viewing it worked, but for mobile users? Nah a right pig to navigate. Whatever the value of the content, if you can't get to it easily, it may as well be manure. Not to be waded through recklessly.
Time for a think as to this site's future.
Once it was a useful method of recording my trips logs, but became a generally beneficial communication tool for others seeking information or (whisper it gently) entertainment.
After my next trip, with time again to spare, I'll see how relevant this remains. Depends if I have the drive to transfer my trip jottings over to the web.
(At least recording my trips on here I don't have to spend fruitless time searching for my bloody trip reports)
And perhaps there is a simple way to migrate this site to a new platform, one that is mobile friendlier. (any tips out there?)
Tapping out these jottings are a little like whistling into a deep mineshaft of solitary disinterest, so if there's anyone still out there, why not leave me a comment?
It'll inform my decision on where this goes next.....
Cheers wildcampers
Labels: Backpacking Advice, blog media, dartmoor, Mental Health, National Park, UK Outdoors Blogger, uk walking blog
LeJog - Charity Walk
Fellow UK Outdoor Blogger Litehiker has recently announced his plan to walk from Land's End to John o'Groats starting on Sunday 5 April in aid of Multiple Sclerosis Research and Relief Fund. Donations here.
If anyone wants to join him for odd bits (his words, not mine!), his schedule can be found on his blog. Whilst the route is fixed, the timetable will be flexible based on his progress, but he'll be posting as he goes so he can be tracked down.
If you want to join in, he can be emailed at litehiker@pocketmail.com for further details.Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger
Wednesday, February 25
Outdoor blog and website links
I've become somewhat reluctant over recent months to publicise new UK outdoor blog & websites on here.
Not, I hasten to add, because I don't recommend them. Personally I try to keep up with each site's postings on a regular basis via the my RSS feed package. To be honest its really the only way that I can keep up these days (check out Google Reader for an easy introduction & a free RSS tool)
The main reason for my decision has been more to do with the sheer volume of new bloggers popping up with something that they feel the urge to say, along with their own observations & tips.
To visit each web site directly would require a couple of hours each day if I was to visit each independently, hence RSS.
Take February for instance. I've become aware of:
- Step By Step -"a walker\backpacker of many (too many) years standing"
- A Mountain High - "in my third remission from cancer ...my attempt to blog my re-kindled passion for the mountains"
- Backpackingbongos -"to write about my backpacking trips"
- Where the Fatdog Walks - "Three years ago I decided that I needed a break from the interminably boring dogwalks near the house. Armed with a rucksack of Bonios and a black hairy stomach on legs I headed into the wilds of Scotland. This blog is a record of our travels"
- Daily Hiker - "web magazine dedicated to helping hikers, backpackers, mountaineers, and anyone else interested in the outdoor"
- Stourvale Walker - "Backpacking & light weight camping in wild places" (finally - a local lad from my neck of the woods)
So rather than fill this blog with "have you seen.." type posts, as in the past when finding UK based outdoor backpacking/wildcamping reading was a challenge, nowadays the new Bloggers find me. Or more accurately, us - those who have already established blogs and websites and continue to provide our regular outpourings over the years. For better or worse.
Whilst there are a couple of UK Outdoor Blog link lists around, if you really want to get an idea of what's on offer I suggest checking the UK Outdoor Bloggers Association membership list for the latest links.
(Happily its been one of the successes of the UKOBA that it continues to deliver on its original aim to pull together UK Outdoor Bloggers, whether new or established, and provide mutual support & a pooling of ideas to develop the format into the future)
Now having said all that, I've a plug for a site new to me, which I mention because its sufficiently different from the majority of those already on offer.
Clever Backpacker "provides tools for backpacking, hiking, camping, and more. You can check out gear, find related resources, and use our tools. Be clever, use our tools to save you time when you plan your next trip"
There are plenty of ideas, advice & access to some thoughtful tools. Possibly the sort of things, like gear lists, that you considered doing yourself, but never quite got around to.
Right. That lot should keep you busy on the next rainy Sunday afternoon.
Enjoy. Labels: blog media, Gear, UK Outdoors Blogger
Tuesday, November 18
Dawn, deer & damn the camera
The call came late last week. A chance to steal away from the daily work routines and meet up with fellow UK Outdoor Blogger Dawn Meeting up was uneventful so off to catch up with the usual gossip over a post journey coffee. Outspread map and our muddy boots, brought some glances from the patrons of the up-market establishment, as we sat happily looking at Dawn's options for her trip, based on my local knowledge.
Away then to a quieter part of the New Forest, to walked together up to a distant ridge before I turned back. Even in that brief a time two encounters with deer, one almost from beneath our feet as a fawn sprang clear, suddenly unfrozen for its hiding place deep amongst the dying bracken. The second - a full herd with four antlered stags standing guard.
Later as I returned another herd appeared on the horizon, silhouetted against a sun low in the sky. The pesky mobile telephone camera absolutely incapable of capturing the particular uniqueness of the moment.
(And the same it seems for photo editing package - you'll have to click on the picture below to see what I mean)
A good day, pleasant company; And a reminder to saviour the simple things that truly count.Labels: nature, New Forest, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, September 27
Caution - Blogger At Work
You know that feeling.
Sun's out.
Those pesky chores all done.
Belly full........well for the next half an hour or so.
So what else is a Blogger to do, out on safari?
Darren, zen like in his study of relaxation techniques. Hard at work.Labels: Backpackers Club, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, September 13
Outdoors Blog
Heads up - a new UK Outdoor Blog: Backpackbrewer’s Outdoor Blog
"Mostly, but not exclusively, a blog about the outdoors…..mostly"Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, September 6
Buy the ticket, take the ride
Walking in the rain.
A lot of rain.
From the feel of it, rain meant for someone else as well. Perhaps a few extra clouds diverted by Met Office scientists as a subtle retaliation? A penance for decrying the dumbed down CGI that passes for a TV Weather Forecast these days. Ah but down that path lies paranoia, so lets turn off that track right now.
For naturally we outdoor folk are suitably equipped for these adverse conditions.
As I walk my M3 player feeds me the erudite tones of Steven Fry and his latest podcast (No. 5) A guilty pleasure in listening to his Anglo Saxon littered tirade against Compliance Men In Suits (Don’t you just get a snickering tingle when a cultured gent cuts loose - lol)
But a different feeling when he reflects on the description of those traps awaiting a regular weekly columnist with space to fill, and little to say. Mr Fry identifies two pitfalls.
Firstly - Nostalgia: Remember how it was all so much better; Secondly - Anger: This makes me so mad I will rant. And you will agree or fight me.
The sort of articles you may spot as you browse your weekend newspaper. Even identified, how simple a trap they may remain.
For me a lesson to absorb as I turn it to Blogging, my own media. Or more precisely the easy ability to simply Churn Out Stuff.
Something that I have on my mind at present following various interchanges on the use and abuse of this communication media, and a few practical examples of just how little effort an article can be created using cut, paste and a little personalisation.
I’d add a couple more pratfalls of my own.
Comment: This is what I think about that report/news/action; Googlese: Look what I've found, lets all go and look.
Commonly these cosy up together in the same piece, feeding off each others lack of originality.
So easy to trip. 'Tis but a short fall, without any noticeable impact. Then taken over a period of time it becomes an all too comfortable existence.
Look - I'm doing it now. A reference to something I found, that entertained, and is being followed up with a commentary.
In mitigation it's my explanation of the catalyst behind my thought process. Being only too aware that my logic can go from Here to There too rapidly at times for others to catch the references that link the path of logical thought. Well logical to me at least.
With me so far? For its time to sharply veer away now.
Blogging is rather too comfortable.
There I've said it out loud.
But before you dash off to the Comment Box for one of those Mr Angry moments let me qualify that this is a reflection only of my own site & content.
Shock! Horror! Has old Johnny succumbed to water on the brain and started to lose it?
Let's try to explain. Many of the articles on here I personally find less than satisfactory when looking back over them sometime later. Don’t get me wrong. If it was simply crap writing, or was becoming a chore, I’d stop.
It's just that all too often I find this site has become a conduit for another's thought, observation or experience. Something down to me as editor, proof reader and senior writer to control of course.
As a public service, be it identifying outdoor information or bring some entertainment value, I trust it provides something positive. That part I'm relatively happy with.
But as for the rest, that's not enough. It's never been the main urge that keeps me hunched over this clacking keyboard for far too many hours each week; Reading, researching, thinking and finally, for some items, putting it down for you to browse over for a few minutes before skipping on elsewhere.
(Stick with me here folks - that wasn't a suggestion!)
I believe that this site has delivered much since it first sidled onto the net.
FAQ information for backpacking newbies & tips for the more experienced. Routes and travel suggestions to fan the flickering impulse to visit new areas. At times crusading, not just the Legalise Wild Camping Campaign, but also in support of the Mountain Rescue Teams & other backpackers personal challenges. Even kit reports occasionally, where the gear is something that interests me.
And always a medium for interchange of ideas and a mutual exchange of experiences.
Still most of this stuff can be found elsewhere on the web. Done better. Done in more detail. Or just done more regularly.
Back in January I tried to draw a line, to summarise what makes this pleasurable for me, and sufficiently different for you to return for more of the same.
My line in the sand. To step beyond the well established safety zone of trite conventionality. To offer material that provokes in others a recognition of something deeper than the nuts & bolts elements of what we do outdoors. To quote myself (another trap?)
"to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfilment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place"
A tough gig maybe, but one that gives me that special buzz when it works.
Perhaps the above wittering comes across as a ramble or disjointed tirade. Maybe even an indication of failure (which I don’t accept BTW)
But as the rain continues to fall, and Stephen Fry concludes his podcast, you may spot mine host. Alone in a sodden maize field, save for a confused collie dog, watching as his master mentally kicks himself for having been snagged by the biggest trap of all.
Complacency.
Time to regroup and hire myself a new editor here at JH Towers.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 26
Blog - Birthday, Backpacking & Belief
Back in 2006, as I was part way through my usual Summer pattern of wildcamping and backpacking forays, something sparked me up to start this blog, in an attempt to express this feeling somewhere deep inside of myself.
On the second anniversary of this Blog I reread that first post to see if my thoughts had shifted in the two years since it started.
That deep driving force remains true, but there has also been some positive changes as a result of that decision take two years ago. And an indirect fall-out, the sense of enforced responsibility with a slow realisation that what appears on here may possibly influence others, dependant on what message they chose to take away from their visit.
Originally the Blog was a way to supplement my usual walking diaries, that I still keep, but to embellish the short handwritten notes with photos and reference links.
My pile of diaries, scribbled in small notebooks in the tent each evening with a stub of a pencil, provided route details, places enjoyed, ideas for future trips, and pitches noted along the way, to return to maybe. Most importantly it left little factually based reminders to myself for the future. Kit to try out, modify or discard. Different ideas or approaches to help improve what I enjoy doing. Especially potential wildcamp spots to follow up (Even now I seem to spend a walk, whatever the location, automatically mentally noting potential sites)
At the time UK based blogs were few and far between, and certainly in single figures. There were a number of walking websites, but with the exception of Backpacking In Britain few related to my specialised interest. Or suitable for a two way communication of interests and ideas.
I felt I had some experiences of my own way to offer, after a number of years of basically learning mostly by personal trial and error. This had been supplemented by the occasional group "camp out" in the wilds, soon abandoned as I quickly realised that the general 'walker' in my geographical location just didn't get "It". That kick deep inside I still get on waking up in a lonely wildcamp location; A day's walk ahead; Carrying my essential amenities on my back. To see things few others know exist. And to survive, nay prosper, in the basic natural environment that can at times be downright hostile and dangerous. Nature & the Outdoors away from the cities. My version of Real Life.
My only source of new ideas and challenges came via digging into the few backpacking books available relating to the UK itself, and keeping an eye on the outdoor magazines.
For whilst those in the traditional outdoor pursuit areas such as the Lakes, or Peak District, may take their introduction and education to the Great Outdoors in their stride, those of us outside these localities don't have that benefit. Finding like minded people, or even places, to follow this calling were rare.
I also understood, and still do, that experience only become wisdom by listening to others, learning from my own trial, and applying the particular lesson in a way that works best for me.
If my site statistics are to be believed, two years on this blog has had over 34,000 visitors. Each day around hundred new people arrive to look over it, some stay, many move on, but a hard core of repeat visitors return again and again, and join in to share their own experiences, comment on my own, or offer some alternative thoughts.
And at each Blog anniversary I'm surprised to find that these numbers keep increasing by around a 50% increase each year (At this rate if I keep this up until I'm 102 I'll have most of the English reading world on here!)
But the stats, as those involved in this Blogging malarkey know only too well, are of comparative value only. Its not about the numbers, but about the bridges built between those sharing a love of the outdoors, or seeking to explore it further.
Without meaning to sound boastful it may be safe to say that without Blogs like this, alongside those early established trail blazers & later arrivals in early in 2007, the outdoor scene would have been slightly different.
- No UK Outdoor Blogger Association to support and advise those interested in the Blog as a way of expressing their own take on the UK Outdoor walking and wildcamping scene.
- No coming together of people from across the UK and beyond for regular meet-ups & wildcamps.
- No forming of long term friendships between people who otherwise were unlikely to ever meet.
- No Wild Camping E-Petition Campaign to explore the associated issues for those who were similarly motivated for change.
- And especially no chance for some of us to step outside our personal small insular areas, a circumstance of geography and community. To learn from others, and to teach. To consider different ways, and to adapt our own individual style.
Now that's not being arrogant. At least its not my intention. Call it a personal view, a personal history if you like, of progress during the last two years.
And all a somewhat divergent preamble to the point of my reflections.
Magazines, on-line forums, Blogs and Podcasts share one basic theme. Communication. Mostly a consideration of how we may approach what we do, the kit used, and the methodology concerned.
But for you, the reader or listener on the receiving end, it isn't meant to be a proscriptive set of rules but a never ending discussion of the tools and our use to follow the pursuits that we have chosen. And sometimes that point can be missed amongst all the shiny kit reviews and latest trends.
Whether its ultralight tarp and trail shoe, 80 litre pack and two man canvas tent, or the latest/best/alternative/traditional bit of kit or area ........ it all comes down to one thing which Monty Python put so succinctly:
"Brian: Please, please, please listen! I've got one or two things to say.
Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them!
Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong! You don't NEED to follow ME, You don't NEED to follow ANYBODY! You've got to think for your selves! You're ALL individuals!
Crowd: Yes! We're all individuals!
Brian: You're all different!
Crowd: Yes, we ARE all different!
Man in crowd: I'm not...
Crowd: Sch!"
Don't be the Man in the Crowd folks. Or should that be do- confusing. Anyway - soak it all up. Try it out in safety. Take what works. Discard what doesn't. But most of all experiment whilst aware of your own skill and experience levels, and learn from whats available adapting it for what works for you.
Backpacking and wild camping will never be a 'trendy' pursuit amongst the public at large. It tends to attract those with a more individualist streak, possibly even the downright weird at times (names provided for a 'small' handling charge -lol) But its that self driven element that is part of what makes it so satisfying.
Possibly the very worst sort of people to be told what to do. But the most able, I find, to weigh up the good alongside the bad and safely find their own unique path to get more out those special places we visit all too rarely.
Yes. The writer now is not the same individual of two years ago. But one that today gets even more enjoyment, alongside an increasing number of like minded individuals, with benefits that long ago were not even considered.
Now after all that, time to blow out the birthday cake candles.
Phew!Labels: Backpacking Advice, blog media, books, E-Petition-Wildcamping, UK Outdoors Blogger, uk walking blog
Wednesday, July 23
New Blog: Walk Dartmoor
The influence of the UK Outdoor Bloggers 'On Tour' strikes again? Well possibly.
We're a bit like chicken pox. Itchy. Persistent at times. But inevitably something that stops you going sterile when you're older.
Err .....that analogy doesn't seem to have worked out quite as I expected.
Anyway, a casual chat over a pint Saturday night; Some initial playing around with website layouts; And .......Voila.........Another Blog appears.
This time hewn from the primordial Dartmoor bogland. No doubt formed from mud, sphagnum moss...and one or two other things perhaps.
Shamus, for those who know his alter ego on Outdoors Magic talks a fair amount of sense; Knows how to place his tongue firmly into cheek when mood takes; And like most of us will undoubtedly succumb to drivel when backed into the bottom of yet another empty pint glass.
But he's also a man at one with Dartmoor's wilderness, and after talking with him it's clear the place has got under his skin. Understandable IMHO. If his knowledge of the area can be shared via his Blog then that will be a real benefit to those reading it.
Walk Dartmoor - "I am all too aware that I spend so much time running, hiking, teaching navigation and wild camping on Dartmoor that I ought to share it in some way. I enjoy photographing the moor and reading about the prehistoric people of Dartmoor; my ancestors I suppose! So I hope some of this may be of use to you"
Usually my blog recommendations are made after that difficult birthing period. But in this case I'm guessing Shamus is one of those people who will react well under pressure.
So check his Blog out and chip in any support you'd care to offer. And remember to very nice. He has a large dog with an affinity for picking up skulls.
Don't say you weren't warned.
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Tuesday, July 22
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Wash-Up
The Stats:
Day 1: To Meldon Reservoir;
Distance - 1.25 mile;
Day 2: Black-a-Tor Copse-LINTS TOR-GT & Little Kneeset-Fur Tor-Sandy Ford-Amicombe Hill-Green Tor-Nodden Gate;
Distance - 11.3 mile (18.08 km); Ascent - 847m; Average Speed - 2.4 mph
Day 3: Nodden Gate-Great Nodden-Sourton Tors-Meldon Reservoir car park;
Distance - 5.87 mile; Average Speed - 3.3 mph (edited post comment - thanks Gayle)
TOTAL: Well who cares?
Summing Up:
I've already said most of it summing up my last trip Suffice to say track finding on Dartmoor can be 'interesting' at times, and definitely not for those who worry about mud or boggy areas.
Map and compass work is a given, whatever the weather.
As Geoff used a 1:50,000 map we were able to compare the detail provided with my 1:25,000 OS. Suffice to say I'll be sticking with the more detailed version. Even then the tracks on the ground are mostly not reflected on the OS map. Get used to reading the ground and the lie of the land ahead as you move forwards. This is where my winter New Forest bogland walks come in very useful.
The valley around Amicombe Brook was quite challenging, and the crossing of Amicombe Hill itself difficult at times. Whilst not the worst land I've ever crossed it required a fair degree of concentration and will power. Definitely an area which saps the energy out of the legs with the incessant high stepping gait and regular direction changing required to make any reasonable progress onwards. Sunday morning my legs definitely felt like I'd walked much further than the eleven miles recorded.
Lessons learnt, Tips & Tricks:
Gear:
The North Face Hedgehogs turned out to be a liability. Dried out they will remain useful as street shoes, but a new pair will be on order presently. A difficult decision not to ditch them at Nodden Gate and save the dead weight. But you know what its like with that special and oh so faithful piece of gear. They've had a long life but fool on me for not heeding the warning signs of their imminent demise earlier in the month.
Food:
An opportunity to test the
JH Mash against the Asda version. Mine was full of taste, quantity and quality. The ASDA version - rubbish. Definitely worth playing around with some alternative mixes to expand the range, but basically a very quick and easy way to prep cheap instant food. (Orders are being taken BTW -lol)
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Sunday
An intentional early start with family duties requiring my presence back home in the afternoon. Not to mention my near pathological disgust of travelling the A35 on a Sunday during holiday season. A major trunk road? More like a caravan park at times, and lethal when the Sunday lunchers come out to for a gentle drive. No siree - this man had places to be and stuck behind day trippers was not in the plan.
So it was a quiet byee to those already moving, including Mick and Gayle, another early starter. Or so I thought until their later report proved my so-called early stirring to me a lie-in compared to their unfortunate overnight experiences. But hopefully those stunning early morning views were some mitigation Gayle. The sort of panoramas we dream of seeing; But are usually still busily dreaming instead.
(Nodden Gate camp-up aka it might be a crappy camera but it does movies 'innit)
Typically the day was brilliant sunshine as I followed the east bank of the stream northwards. Rewarded a few hundred metres later with the sight of a fox crossing my path apparently unperturbed as he disappeared into the lush ground cover flushing up a pheasant in the process.
Picking one of the numerous narrow tracks upwards onto the ridge I found myself on a clear track moving westwards of Great Nodden with a clear view of the land to the east of Dartmoor, my company for the next hour or so. The wind still playfully present, but on the whole A Good Day.
Eventually the track started its steady descent towards Sourton Tors and the path crossing (GR 546 896) Swinging right the view before was similarly beckoning. The high ground of Dartmoor on the right, the aerial on top of Yes Tor, a previous wildcamp spot, clearly visible today. Ahead my destination peeking cheekily between the gap in the hills.
(Meldon Reservoir & Okehampton in the distance)
Down now, the gradient becoming steeper as I followed the foot of Corn Ridge making my way back to where it had all started on Friday, with a spirited stomp back to the car, and the pleasures of the WC beckoning.
(Friday night's campsite. Sans rain clouds)
The final leg of the route alongside the resy, now very familiar, giving me the chance to fiddle with my GPS's tricks, which showed my moving average speed over that section was 3.7 mph. Just goes to show what a few days walking can do for fitness once the eye is tuned to the terrain, the body warmed up, and the feet raring to go.
But all too soon it was back in the car and on the road back heading towards Durzet.
A good weekend. A further reminder, if one was needed, of the wild land Dartmoor has to offer; That chance of solitude so easily achievable; And the easy fellowship that exists amongst my fellow Bloggers.
Later that afternoon, during a break in family festivities, I spotted a post from Alan Sloman posted earlier, via the wonders of modern technical wizardry (for as we all know, Alan is quite a Boffin, hence his nickname 'Merlin -Wizard of the Valves. Ahem)
My body may have been basking in the hot sunshine, meat on the BBQ, and a beer in hand; But my mind was back there on the moor, my spirit camped out high amongst the Dartmoor hills.
An early return is required, methinks.Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Monday, July 21
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Saturday
I awoke early Saturday, but obviously not early enough as most of the others appeared to have beat me up. With the previous evening's rain and wind Darren had narrowly avoided taking an early bath, without leaving his sleeping bag as the water found its usual path downhill via his pitch. And that could have been any of us to be honest. Luckily his choice of Hex (3?)tent and bivvy bag meant his morning ablution was still a matter of choice, rather than unexpected enforcement.
No tarps on this trip matey, not even for Geoff or Darren. Very sensible.
Mick & Gayle ably demonstrated one outcome of their 84 days on LeJoG as they worked in unison to smoothly pack away their gear, with nary a cross word or question. Last time I tried that with my partner I had to hide all sharp poky things from the vicinity. Impressive M&G.
As others followed suit I ditched the idea of a "holiday" and started to packed away the brew kit. The weather, as expected, was wet. Not necessarily raining. Yet. But a day of on/off showers was going to be the best we could hope for.
We remnants of the True Holiday Makers started the walk up the western bank of the West Okement River, oohing and ahhing at all the damned fine wildcamping spots for the future. Ones less likely to act as a catchment area for pooling as had the one on the night before. We even came across a tent with its occupants still ensconced. Now that's Proper Holiday Stuff.
Geoff and myself left Duncan, Darren, and his friend Martin to head up towards Black Tor whilst we moved on up the valley. I’d had this route in mind since I first spotted it a couple of years ago, keen to see just how far south it went and the quality of the track. Quite good as it turned out until the inevitable bog and flooded land forced a detour onto the western slopes and up to Lints Tor (GR 580 875) aka The Sphinx
(Lints Tor)
On then to contour around Great Kneeset and its smaller relation, Little Kneeset before the trudge across the increasingly common bog/stream/bog crossing up to Fur Tor (GR 587 830)
(Army tent city high on Black Ridge?)
This is the most remote of the Dartmoor Tors. Remembering the trudge up to it I’d certainly concur. But on a good day, with drier conditions underfoot great day out for a circular walk from Okehampton/Meldon Reservoir, with a choice of lowland one way and return across the tops to Yes Tor. However with low cloud and heavy rain definitely more of a challenge and only for those with good map and compass skills.
(A view from Fur Tor)
The sight of the distinctive Postbridge aerial in the distance meant a welcome chance to finally get a reasonable mobile phone signal and report 'Alls Ok' back home (Sun & T-shirt weather I was told. Hmmm. Super)
Sheltered from the ever present wind whilst taking our lunch the sun broke through the clouds. And promptly disappeared again as the wind sheered around and our haven became yet another pocket of gusts. So far we'd only been walking for a couple of hours and based on my recent Dartmoor experience during my previous trip I felt the ground, though wet, to be easy enough to move over given an acceptance that tracks had to be spotted as we went, and most footsteps were inevitably soon followed by one that would splashed.
We were wearing our waterproof jackets, more to keep out the chilly wind than rain. With the day being lights showers you just get to a point where the damned waterproof is left on really. But except for a brief trial with the leggings it was never bad enough to get us wetter than we already were, or ruin the views. And what views they were as we could look back down the valley tracing the route we had travelled already.
Crunch time. With our evening's meet-up fixed Geoff and myself debated the remainder of the route. Looking over the valley floor to the Tors on the western skyline the choice was mapped out below. Take the high, but long route? Or Go For It cutting across the valley floor?
The latter won out. Oh what poor misguided fools! In hindsight it was definitely land I wouldn’t choose to walk over again having done it the once. With the heavy rain of the day before crossing Amicombe Brook made life "interesting" (Aren’t brooks supposed to be piddly little water courses with kids sailing paper boats?) This one must have taken twenty minutes or so before we found a suitable crossing place due to the waters flow and depth. And then only by a spirited jump across into the reed bed on the far bank. With the inevitable splash and giggle as a couple of steps later we were reminded just why reed beds grow near/in water.
By now we were both getting the feel of the land we were travelling across, and the inevitable splash and mud was little more than an inevitability of our route. Even the times when the sphagnum beneath our feet seemed to sink and then ripple away before us gave little real concern. Solo I’d have probably have been a little more cautious about the route, but our joint experience level, and realistic expectation of the ground meant as a duo we could be a little more exploratory on this occasion. And to be honest it was fun honing those essential broken ground skills. From my experience of Dartmoor this was as bad as it was likely to get, so bring it on (but hey - I had spare dry socks!)
The next couple of hours were a trudge across the open moorland contouring Amicombe Hill heading towards the seemingly ever distant Green Tor. Normally I find that if the goal is in sight then movement towards feels quite rapid. But not today. We'd find sheep and cattle tracks, or an occasional paths made by a farmer's ATC, only for them to peter out within a few hundred metres. And that was the good stuff. Mostly it was a case of reading the ground ahead, and sticking to the 340 degree bearing. A task which we managed with magnificent aplomb (But god did it get monotonous after a while) Even the sight of a lizard scuttling for cover (me) or a frog (Geoff) did little to break up the trudge. Breaking out the Biltong at least meant our minds had something else to cope with, as the fibrous meat, tasty as it was, was left lodged in the gaps between the teeth. Something else to think about amongst the occasional splashes.
(Bleak House)
Finally we were near enough to the Tor and with some casting about we picked up the mine track heading down towards Nodden Gate, the pitch for the night.
But not without one reminder of the real danger of Dartmoor.
We'd both stepped in various boggy matter, usually just the one leg to the calf; Or knee at worst. But descending a small slope into the old mine workings below Bleak House (560 863) my right foot slipped into a hole and I once again found myself sitting down. But one difference. No mud or bog around me, virtually a dry slope with evidence of a good and well used path. I waggled my foot experimentally to find purchase and raise myself. But there was nothing underneath it except empty space.
Something to laugh about at the time as I gingerly pulled myself back from the gap, but a warning that whilst the open moorland may feel a difficult place at times it’s the apparently safe paths amongst the old mine workings where the true danger lies.
But this apart the journey downhill was a simple descent with fine views all around. A final manly stride through the ford (well I was past caring by now and the boots needed cleaning) where we found ourselves to be the last to arrive, the others having (mostly) opted for shorter routes.
A chance to meet up with fellow Dorset Backpackers Club member, John Yale (Hi John), on his own solo wildcamping trip. And shortly after Fossil Buff (aka FB) of Outdoors Magic fame(?), and his mate (another Martin I think)
FB didn’t get a hugely enthusiastic welcome from me initially, on account of a potentially over enthusiastic greeting from one of his dog brace as I dangled over the stream carefully removing contact lenses. But with that chore safely away, and the evening meal complete, we walked the short distance down to the Fox and Hounds at Bridestowe. Great beer. Great food. (Although Mick may yet have something to say about that considering his unexpected illness later that night) But especially great company as we bloggers et al set the world to rights.
Well OK Alan Sloman talked and we tried to butt in occasionally when ever he stopped for a sip of beer(lol) And thanks to those who plied me with free ale for an exceptionally cheap evening.
An early night after a tiring but enjoyable day. that's the south, north and west borders of Dartmoor all traversed in a month.
Undoubtedly there's gold in them thar Dartmoor hills. At least for us wildcampers who appreciate real solitude away from the crowds.
Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Friday
What was to have been a leisurely journey across the south coast during Friday turned into a stew of holiday traffic, with a couple of tractors thrown in to salt the recipe. The weather, as if in cahoots with the road tribulations turned its face away from the earlier sunshine and blue skies. No surprise then that my eventual arrival at Meldon Reservoir just south of Okehampton was met with a torrential downpour.
(Looking up Meldon Reservoir)
Naturally, all taken in stride for this seasoned 'packer. I sat in the car and waited. A pleasant half hour was spent checking the map; Changing into boots; And waiting for the rain to cease and the sky to turn blue;
(And that's what makes it a reservoir and not a puddle)
I'd probably be there still if I expected that sort of climatic epiphany last Friday. Wet? There was a huddle of ducks near the car park complaining about the conditions underfoot. Or should that be webbed feet?
Familiar with the route to the well known wildcamp spot at the southern end of the water (GR 555 907) I was able to spend the short walk along the resy taking a look around with no particular urgency in mind. But once on site getting the tent up quickly was order of the day. First brew on before 3 p.m. Result.
(Hey look - that litle green tent over there is mine!)
In between the showers I unwisely opted to slip off the Scarpa boots for my camp/travel footwear - North Face XCR Hedgehogs. I'd been considering their replacement earlier in the month, but other things had intervened.
Well that was tempting fate. As I explored the banks of the stream cascading (deluging) down from Black-a-Tor Copse I realised two things.
Firstly, back at the camp spot, a couple of my fellow bloggers (Alan and Martin) had just arrived. They were eyeing my open and apparently deserted Akto. Possibly wondering whether the Beast of Bodmin was holidaying in the area?
It was then my brain received the message that my feet were damp. I don't do wet feet - too many years of motorcyling trips. But the gore tex liner had chosen this point to throw in the towel, just as my feet squelched over water sodden ground. Farewell then Hedgehogs faithful companion for the last eighteen months, and to be replaced with the same again - what higher praise is there than that?
Mulling over a change of footwear I considered the ground around me (wet, very wet, or sodden) and opted to keep my dry stuff for the morrow and live with things for that evening. Quite how the Innov8 afficionados get on with having their feet in this state ALL the time is beyond me (lol); and perhaps the weekend on Dartmoor may have them thinking the same?
My compadres suitably set-up, next to arrived was Geoff, dapper as ever and cunningly disguised as Mary Poppins to fool the rain clouds (see yesterday's pix) An unsuccessful attempt as it turned out. Nice try Geoff.
Then Mick and Gayle, (although that should really be Gayle and Mick surely as she does most of the blogging?)
Finally, around 9pm, when I'd retired to my sleeping bag, the one dry spot that I could think of amongst the incessant rain, Darren, Duncan and Martin arrived to complete this week's Blogger crowd.
Or so we thought...
(A sunny day in paradise)Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Sunday, July 20
Dartmoor Trip
A taste of things over the past few days..... more to come soon
Where the water is supposed to be, instead of where it insisted on being on the Friday!
Geoff making us all feel somewhat sartorially challenged. Or is it Nick Crane? Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 19
Fox n Hounds nr Nodden Gate
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Yes Gayle - I can drink and blog at the same time!
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
Labels: E-Petition-Wildcamping, TGO Challenge, UK Outdoors Blogger
Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
If anyone wants to join him for odd bits (his words, not mine!), his schedule can be found on his blog. Whilst the route is fixed, the timetable will be flexible based on his progress, but he'll be posting as he goes so he can be tracked down.
If you want to join in, he can be emailed at litehiker@pocketmail.com for further details.
Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger
Outdoor blog and website links
I've become somewhat reluctant over recent months to publicise new UK outdoor blog & websites on here.
Not, I hasten to add, because I don't recommend them. Personally I try to keep up with each site's postings on a regular basis via the my RSS feed package. To be honest its really the only way that I can keep up these days (check out Google Reader for an easy introduction & a free RSS tool)
The main reason for my decision has been more to do with the sheer volume of new bloggers popping up with something that they feel the urge to say, along with their own observations & tips.
To visit each web site directly would require a couple of hours each day if I was to visit each independently, hence RSS.
Take February for instance. I've become aware of:
- Step By Step -"a walker\backpacker of many (too many) years standing"
- A Mountain High - "in my third remission from cancer ...my attempt to blog my re-kindled passion for the mountains"
- Backpackingbongos -"to write about my backpacking trips"
- Where the Fatdog Walks - "Three years ago I decided that I needed a break from the interminably boring dogwalks near the house. Armed with a rucksack of Bonios and a black hairy stomach on legs I headed into the wilds of Scotland. This blog is a record of our travels"
- Daily Hiker - "web magazine dedicated to helping hikers, backpackers, mountaineers, and anyone else interested in the outdoor"
- Stourvale Walker - "Backpacking & light weight camping in wild places" (finally - a local lad from my neck of the woods)
So rather than fill this blog with "have you seen.." type posts, as in the past when finding UK based outdoor backpacking/wildcamping reading was a challenge, nowadays the new Bloggers find me. Or more accurately, us - those who have already established blogs and websites and continue to provide our regular outpourings over the years. For better or worse.
Whilst there are a couple of UK Outdoor Blog link lists around, if you really want to get an idea of what's on offer I suggest checking the UK Outdoor Bloggers Association membership list for the latest links.
(Happily its been one of the successes of the UKOBA that it continues to deliver on its original aim to pull together UK Outdoor Bloggers, whether new or established, and provide mutual support & a pooling of ideas to develop the format into the future)
Now having said all that, I've a plug for a site new to me, which I mention because its sufficiently different from the majority of those already on offer.
Clever Backpacker "provides tools for backpacking, hiking, camping, and more. You can check out gear, find related resources, and use our tools. Be clever, use our tools to save you time when you plan your next trip"
There are plenty of ideas, advice & access to some thoughtful tools. Possibly the sort of things, like gear lists, that you considered doing yourself, but never quite got around to.
Right. That lot should keep you busy on the next rainy Sunday afternoon.
Enjoy. Labels: blog media, Gear, UK Outdoors Blogger
Tuesday, November 18
Dawn, deer & damn the camera
The call came late last week. A chance to steal away from the daily work routines and meet up with fellow UK Outdoor Blogger Dawn Meeting up was uneventful so off to catch up with the usual gossip over a post journey coffee. Outspread map and our muddy boots, brought some glances from the patrons of the up-market establishment, as we sat happily looking at Dawn's options for her trip, based on my local knowledge.
Away then to a quieter part of the New Forest, to walked together up to a distant ridge before I turned back. Even in that brief a time two encounters with deer, one almost from beneath our feet as a fawn sprang clear, suddenly unfrozen for its hiding place deep amongst the dying bracken. The second - a full herd with four antlered stags standing guard.
Later as I returned another herd appeared on the horizon, silhouetted against a sun low in the sky. The pesky mobile telephone camera absolutely incapable of capturing the particular uniqueness of the moment.
(And the same it seems for photo editing package - you'll have to click on the picture below to see what I mean)
A good day, pleasant company; And a reminder to saviour the simple things that truly count.Labels: nature, New Forest, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, September 27
Caution - Blogger At Work
You know that feeling.
Sun's out.
Those pesky chores all done.
Belly full........well for the next half an hour or so.
So what else is a Blogger to do, out on safari?
Darren, zen like in his study of relaxation techniques. Hard at work.Labels: Backpackers Club, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, September 13
Outdoors Blog
Heads up - a new UK Outdoor Blog: Backpackbrewer’s Outdoor Blog
"Mostly, but not exclusively, a blog about the outdoors…..mostly"Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, September 6
Buy the ticket, take the ride
Walking in the rain.
A lot of rain.
From the feel of it, rain meant for someone else as well. Perhaps a few extra clouds diverted by Met Office scientists as a subtle retaliation? A penance for decrying the dumbed down CGI that passes for a TV Weather Forecast these days. Ah but down that path lies paranoia, so lets turn off that track right now.
For naturally we outdoor folk are suitably equipped for these adverse conditions.
As I walk my M3 player feeds me the erudite tones of Steven Fry and his latest podcast (No. 5) A guilty pleasure in listening to his Anglo Saxon littered tirade against Compliance Men In Suits (Don’t you just get a snickering tingle when a cultured gent cuts loose - lol)
But a different feeling when he reflects on the description of those traps awaiting a regular weekly columnist with space to fill, and little to say. Mr Fry identifies two pitfalls.
Firstly - Nostalgia: Remember how it was all so much better; Secondly - Anger: This makes me so mad I will rant. And you will agree or fight me.
The sort of articles you may spot as you browse your weekend newspaper. Even identified, how simple a trap they may remain.
For me a lesson to absorb as I turn it to Blogging, my own media. Or more precisely the easy ability to simply Churn Out Stuff.
Something that I have on my mind at present following various interchanges on the use and abuse of this communication media, and a few practical examples of just how little effort an article can be created using cut, paste and a little personalisation.
I’d add a couple more pratfalls of my own.
Comment: This is what I think about that report/news/action; Googlese: Look what I've found, lets all go and look.
Commonly these cosy up together in the same piece, feeding off each others lack of originality.
So easy to trip. 'Tis but a short fall, without any noticeable impact. Then taken over a period of time it becomes an all too comfortable existence.
Look - I'm doing it now. A reference to something I found, that entertained, and is being followed up with a commentary.
In mitigation it's my explanation of the catalyst behind my thought process. Being only too aware that my logic can go from Here to There too rapidly at times for others to catch the references that link the path of logical thought. Well logical to me at least.
With me so far? For its time to sharply veer away now.
Blogging is rather too comfortable.
There I've said it out loud.
But before you dash off to the Comment Box for one of those Mr Angry moments let me qualify that this is a reflection only of my own site & content.
Shock! Horror! Has old Johnny succumbed to water on the brain and started to lose it?
Let's try to explain. Many of the articles on here I personally find less than satisfactory when looking back over them sometime later. Don’t get me wrong. If it was simply crap writing, or was becoming a chore, I’d stop.
It's just that all too often I find this site has become a conduit for another's thought, observation or experience. Something down to me as editor, proof reader and senior writer to control of course.
As a public service, be it identifying outdoor information or bring some entertainment value, I trust it provides something positive. That part I'm relatively happy with.
But as for the rest, that's not enough. It's never been the main urge that keeps me hunched over this clacking keyboard for far too many hours each week; Reading, researching, thinking and finally, for some items, putting it down for you to browse over for a few minutes before skipping on elsewhere.
(Stick with me here folks - that wasn't a suggestion!)
I believe that this site has delivered much since it first sidled onto the net.
FAQ information for backpacking newbies & tips for the more experienced. Routes and travel suggestions to fan the flickering impulse to visit new areas. At times crusading, not just the Legalise Wild Camping Campaign, but also in support of the Mountain Rescue Teams & other backpackers personal challenges. Even kit reports occasionally, where the gear is something that interests me.
And always a medium for interchange of ideas and a mutual exchange of experiences.
Still most of this stuff can be found elsewhere on the web. Done better. Done in more detail. Or just done more regularly.
Back in January I tried to draw a line, to summarise what makes this pleasurable for me, and sufficiently different for you to return for more of the same.
My line in the sand. To step beyond the well established safety zone of trite conventionality. To offer material that provokes in others a recognition of something deeper than the nuts & bolts elements of what we do outdoors. To quote myself (another trap?)
"to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfilment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place"
A tough gig maybe, but one that gives me that special buzz when it works.
Perhaps the above wittering comes across as a ramble or disjointed tirade. Maybe even an indication of failure (which I don’t accept BTW)
But as the rain continues to fall, and Stephen Fry concludes his podcast, you may spot mine host. Alone in a sodden maize field, save for a confused collie dog, watching as his master mentally kicks himself for having been snagged by the biggest trap of all.
Complacency.
Time to regroup and hire myself a new editor here at JH Towers.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 26
Blog - Birthday, Backpacking & Belief
Back in 2006, as I was part way through my usual Summer pattern of wildcamping and backpacking forays, something sparked me up to start this blog, in an attempt to express this feeling somewhere deep inside of myself.
On the second anniversary of this Blog I reread that first post to see if my thoughts had shifted in the two years since it started.
That deep driving force remains true, but there has also been some positive changes as a result of that decision take two years ago. And an indirect fall-out, the sense of enforced responsibility with a slow realisation that what appears on here may possibly influence others, dependant on what message they chose to take away from their visit.
Originally the Blog was a way to supplement my usual walking diaries, that I still keep, but to embellish the short handwritten notes with photos and reference links.
My pile of diaries, scribbled in small notebooks in the tent each evening with a stub of a pencil, provided route details, places enjoyed, ideas for future trips, and pitches noted along the way, to return to maybe. Most importantly it left little factually based reminders to myself for the future. Kit to try out, modify or discard. Different ideas or approaches to help improve what I enjoy doing. Especially potential wildcamp spots to follow up (Even now I seem to spend a walk, whatever the location, automatically mentally noting potential sites)
At the time UK based blogs were few and far between, and certainly in single figures. There were a number of walking websites, but with the exception of Backpacking In Britain few related to my specialised interest. Or suitable for a two way communication of interests and ideas.
I felt I had some experiences of my own way to offer, after a number of years of basically learning mostly by personal trial and error. This had been supplemented by the occasional group "camp out" in the wilds, soon abandoned as I quickly realised that the general 'walker' in my geographical location just didn't get "It". That kick deep inside I still get on waking up in a lonely wildcamp location; A day's walk ahead; Carrying my essential amenities on my back. To see things few others know exist. And to survive, nay prosper, in the basic natural environment that can at times be downright hostile and dangerous. Nature & the Outdoors away from the cities. My version of Real Life.
My only source of new ideas and challenges came via digging into the few backpacking books available relating to the UK itself, and keeping an eye on the outdoor magazines.
For whilst those in the traditional outdoor pursuit areas such as the Lakes, or Peak District, may take their introduction and education to the Great Outdoors in their stride, those of us outside these localities don't have that benefit. Finding like minded people, or even places, to follow this calling were rare.
I also understood, and still do, that experience only become wisdom by listening to others, learning from my own trial, and applying the particular lesson in a way that works best for me.
If my site statistics are to be believed, two years on this blog has had over 34,000 visitors. Each day around hundred new people arrive to look over it, some stay, many move on, but a hard core of repeat visitors return again and again, and join in to share their own experiences, comment on my own, or offer some alternative thoughts.
And at each Blog anniversary I'm surprised to find that these numbers keep increasing by around a 50% increase each year (At this rate if I keep this up until I'm 102 I'll have most of the English reading world on here!)
But the stats, as those involved in this Blogging malarkey know only too well, are of comparative value only. Its not about the numbers, but about the bridges built between those sharing a love of the outdoors, or seeking to explore it further.
Without meaning to sound boastful it may be safe to say that without Blogs like this, alongside those early established trail blazers & later arrivals in early in 2007, the outdoor scene would have been slightly different.
- No UK Outdoor Blogger Association to support and advise those interested in the Blog as a way of expressing their own take on the UK Outdoor walking and wildcamping scene.
- No coming together of people from across the UK and beyond for regular meet-ups & wildcamps.
- No forming of long term friendships between people who otherwise were unlikely to ever meet.
- No Wild Camping E-Petition Campaign to explore the associated issues for those who were similarly motivated for change.
- And especially no chance for some of us to step outside our personal small insular areas, a circumstance of geography and community. To learn from others, and to teach. To consider different ways, and to adapt our own individual style.
Now that's not being arrogant. At least its not my intention. Call it a personal view, a personal history if you like, of progress during the last two years.
And all a somewhat divergent preamble to the point of my reflections.
Magazines, on-line forums, Blogs and Podcasts share one basic theme. Communication. Mostly a consideration of how we may approach what we do, the kit used, and the methodology concerned.
But for you, the reader or listener on the receiving end, it isn't meant to be a proscriptive set of rules but a never ending discussion of the tools and our use to follow the pursuits that we have chosen. And sometimes that point can be missed amongst all the shiny kit reviews and latest trends.
Whether its ultralight tarp and trail shoe, 80 litre pack and two man canvas tent, or the latest/best/alternative/traditional bit of kit or area ........ it all comes down to one thing which Monty Python put so succinctly:
"Brian: Please, please, please listen! I've got one or two things to say.
Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them!
Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong! You don't NEED to follow ME, You don't NEED to follow ANYBODY! You've got to think for your selves! You're ALL individuals!
Crowd: Yes! We're all individuals!
Brian: You're all different!
Crowd: Yes, we ARE all different!
Man in crowd: I'm not...
Crowd: Sch!"
Don't be the Man in the Crowd folks. Or should that be do- confusing. Anyway - soak it all up. Try it out in safety. Take what works. Discard what doesn't. But most of all experiment whilst aware of your own skill and experience levels, and learn from whats available adapting it for what works for you.
Backpacking and wild camping will never be a 'trendy' pursuit amongst the public at large. It tends to attract those with a more individualist streak, possibly even the downright weird at times (names provided for a 'small' handling charge -lol) But its that self driven element that is part of what makes it so satisfying.
Possibly the very worst sort of people to be told what to do. But the most able, I find, to weigh up the good alongside the bad and safely find their own unique path to get more out those special places we visit all too rarely.
Yes. The writer now is not the same individual of two years ago. But one that today gets even more enjoyment, alongside an increasing number of like minded individuals, with benefits that long ago were not even considered.
Now after all that, time to blow out the birthday cake candles.
Phew!Labels: Backpacking Advice, blog media, books, E-Petition-Wildcamping, UK Outdoors Blogger, uk walking blog
Wednesday, July 23
New Blog: Walk Dartmoor
The influence of the UK Outdoor Bloggers 'On Tour' strikes again? Well possibly.
We're a bit like chicken pox. Itchy. Persistent at times. But inevitably something that stops you going sterile when you're older.
Err .....that analogy doesn't seem to have worked out quite as I expected.
Anyway, a casual chat over a pint Saturday night; Some initial playing around with website layouts; And .......Voila.........Another Blog appears.
This time hewn from the primordial Dartmoor bogland. No doubt formed from mud, sphagnum moss...and one or two other things perhaps.
Shamus, for those who know his alter ego on Outdoors Magic talks a fair amount of sense; Knows how to place his tongue firmly into cheek when mood takes; And like most of us will undoubtedly succumb to drivel when backed into the bottom of yet another empty pint glass.
But he's also a man at one with Dartmoor's wilderness, and after talking with him it's clear the place has got under his skin. Understandable IMHO. If his knowledge of the area can be shared via his Blog then that will be a real benefit to those reading it.
Walk Dartmoor - "I am all too aware that I spend so much time running, hiking, teaching navigation and wild camping on Dartmoor that I ought to share it in some way. I enjoy photographing the moor and reading about the prehistoric people of Dartmoor; my ancestors I suppose! So I hope some of this may be of use to you"
Usually my blog recommendations are made after that difficult birthing period. But in this case I'm guessing Shamus is one of those people who will react well under pressure.
So check his Blog out and chip in any support you'd care to offer. And remember to very nice. He has a large dog with an affinity for picking up skulls.
Don't say you weren't warned.
pLabels: blog media, dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, uk walking blog
Tuesday, July 22
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Wash-Up
The Stats:
Day 1: To Meldon Reservoir;
Distance - 1.25 mile;
Day 2: Black-a-Tor Copse-LINTS TOR-GT & Little Kneeset-Fur Tor-Sandy Ford-Amicombe Hill-Green Tor-Nodden Gate;
Distance - 11.3 mile (18.08 km); Ascent - 847m; Average Speed - 2.4 mph
Day 3: Nodden Gate-Great Nodden-Sourton Tors-Meldon Reservoir car park;
Distance - 5.87 mile; Average Speed - 3.3 mph (edited post comment - thanks Gayle)
TOTAL: Well who cares?
Summing Up:
I've already said most of it summing up my last trip Suffice to say track finding on Dartmoor can be 'interesting' at times, and definitely not for those who worry about mud or boggy areas.
Map and compass work is a given, whatever the weather.
As Geoff used a 1:50,000 map we were able to compare the detail provided with my 1:25,000 OS. Suffice to say I'll be sticking with the more detailed version. Even then the tracks on the ground are mostly not reflected on the OS map. Get used to reading the ground and the lie of the land ahead as you move forwards. This is where my winter New Forest bogland walks come in very useful.
The valley around Amicombe Brook was quite challenging, and the crossing of Amicombe Hill itself difficult at times. Whilst not the worst land I've ever crossed it required a fair degree of concentration and will power. Definitely an area which saps the energy out of the legs with the incessant high stepping gait and regular direction changing required to make any reasonable progress onwards. Sunday morning my legs definitely felt like I'd walked much further than the eleven miles recorded.
Lessons learnt, Tips & Tricks:
Gear:
The North Face Hedgehogs turned out to be a liability. Dried out they will remain useful as street shoes, but a new pair will be on order presently. A difficult decision not to ditch them at Nodden Gate and save the dead weight. But you know what its like with that special and oh so faithful piece of gear. They've had a long life but fool on me for not heeding the warning signs of their imminent demise earlier in the month.
Food:
An opportunity to test the
JH Mash against the Asda version. Mine was full of taste, quantity and quality. The ASDA version - rubbish. Definitely worth playing around with some alternative mixes to expand the range, but basically a very quick and easy way to prep cheap instant food. (Orders are being taken BTW -lol)
Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Sunday
An intentional early start with family duties requiring my presence back home in the afternoon. Not to mention my near pathological disgust of travelling the A35 on a Sunday during holiday season. A major trunk road? More like a caravan park at times, and lethal when the Sunday lunchers come out to for a gentle drive. No siree - this man had places to be and stuck behind day trippers was not in the plan.
So it was a quiet byee to those already moving, including Mick and Gayle, another early starter. Or so I thought until their later report proved my so-called early stirring to me a lie-in compared to their unfortunate overnight experiences. But hopefully those stunning early morning views were some mitigation Gayle. The sort of panoramas we dream of seeing; But are usually still busily dreaming instead.
(Nodden Gate camp-up aka it might be a crappy camera but it does movies 'innit)
Typically the day was brilliant sunshine as I followed the east bank of the stream northwards. Rewarded a few hundred metres later with the sight of a fox crossing my path apparently unperturbed as he disappeared into the lush ground cover flushing up a pheasant in the process.
Picking one of the numerous narrow tracks upwards onto the ridge I found myself on a clear track moving westwards of Great Nodden with a clear view of the land to the east of Dartmoor, my company for the next hour or so. The wind still playfully present, but on the whole A Good Day.
Eventually the track started its steady descent towards Sourton Tors and the path crossing (GR 546 896) Swinging right the view before was similarly beckoning. The high ground of Dartmoor on the right, the aerial on top of Yes Tor, a previous wildcamp spot, clearly visible today. Ahead my destination peeking cheekily between the gap in the hills.
(Meldon Reservoir & Okehampton in the distance)
Down now, the gradient becoming steeper as I followed the foot of Corn Ridge making my way back to where it had all started on Friday, with a spirited stomp back to the car, and the pleasures of the WC beckoning.
(Friday night's campsite. Sans rain clouds)
The final leg of the route alongside the resy, now very familiar, giving me the chance to fiddle with my GPS's tricks, which showed my moving average speed over that section was 3.7 mph. Just goes to show what a few days walking can do for fitness once the eye is tuned to the terrain, the body warmed up, and the feet raring to go.
But all too soon it was back in the car and on the road back heading towards Durzet.
A good weekend. A further reminder, if one was needed, of the wild land Dartmoor has to offer; That chance of solitude so easily achievable; And the easy fellowship that exists amongst my fellow Bloggers.
Later that afternoon, during a break in family festivities, I spotted a post from Alan Sloman posted earlier, via the wonders of modern technical wizardry (for as we all know, Alan is quite a Boffin, hence his nickname 'Merlin -Wizard of the Valves. Ahem)
My body may have been basking in the hot sunshine, meat on the BBQ, and a beer in hand; But my mind was back there on the moor, my spirit camped out high amongst the Dartmoor hills.
An early return is required, methinks.Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Monday, July 21
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Saturday
I awoke early Saturday, but obviously not early enough as most of the others appeared to have beat me up. With the previous evening's rain and wind Darren had narrowly avoided taking an early bath, without leaving his sleeping bag as the water found its usual path downhill via his pitch. And that could have been any of us to be honest. Luckily his choice of Hex (3?)tent and bivvy bag meant his morning ablution was still a matter of choice, rather than unexpected enforcement.
No tarps on this trip matey, not even for Geoff or Darren. Very sensible.
Mick & Gayle ably demonstrated one outcome of their 84 days on LeJoG as they worked in unison to smoothly pack away their gear, with nary a cross word or question. Last time I tried that with my partner I had to hide all sharp poky things from the vicinity. Impressive M&G.
As others followed suit I ditched the idea of a "holiday" and started to packed away the brew kit. The weather, as expected, was wet. Not necessarily raining. Yet. But a day of on/off showers was going to be the best we could hope for.
We remnants of the True Holiday Makers started the walk up the western bank of the West Okement River, oohing and ahhing at all the damned fine wildcamping spots for the future. Ones less likely to act as a catchment area for pooling as had the one on the night before. We even came across a tent with its occupants still ensconced. Now that's Proper Holiday Stuff.
Geoff and myself left Duncan, Darren, and his friend Martin to head up towards Black Tor whilst we moved on up the valley. I’d had this route in mind since I first spotted it a couple of years ago, keen to see just how far south it went and the quality of the track. Quite good as it turned out until the inevitable bog and flooded land forced a detour onto the western slopes and up to Lints Tor (GR 580 875) aka The Sphinx
(Lints Tor)
On then to contour around Great Kneeset and its smaller relation, Little Kneeset before the trudge across the increasingly common bog/stream/bog crossing up to Fur Tor (GR 587 830)
(Army tent city high on Black Ridge?)
This is the most remote of the Dartmoor Tors. Remembering the trudge up to it I’d certainly concur. But on a good day, with drier conditions underfoot great day out for a circular walk from Okehampton/Meldon Reservoir, with a choice of lowland one way and return across the tops to Yes Tor. However with low cloud and heavy rain definitely more of a challenge and only for those with good map and compass skills.
(A view from Fur Tor)
The sight of the distinctive Postbridge aerial in the distance meant a welcome chance to finally get a reasonable mobile phone signal and report 'Alls Ok' back home (Sun & T-shirt weather I was told. Hmmm. Super)
Sheltered from the ever present wind whilst taking our lunch the sun broke through the clouds. And promptly disappeared again as the wind sheered around and our haven became yet another pocket of gusts. So far we'd only been walking for a couple of hours and based on my recent Dartmoor experience during my previous trip I felt the ground, though wet, to be easy enough to move over given an acceptance that tracks had to be spotted as we went, and most footsteps were inevitably soon followed by one that would splashed.
We were wearing our waterproof jackets, more to keep out the chilly wind than rain. With the day being lights showers you just get to a point where the damned waterproof is left on really. But except for a brief trial with the leggings it was never bad enough to get us wetter than we already were, or ruin the views. And what views they were as we could look back down the valley tracing the route we had travelled already.
Crunch time. With our evening's meet-up fixed Geoff and myself debated the remainder of the route. Looking over the valley floor to the Tors on the western skyline the choice was mapped out below. Take the high, but long route? Or Go For It cutting across the valley floor?
The latter won out. Oh what poor misguided fools! In hindsight it was definitely land I wouldn’t choose to walk over again having done it the once. With the heavy rain of the day before crossing Amicombe Brook made life "interesting" (Aren’t brooks supposed to be piddly little water courses with kids sailing paper boats?) This one must have taken twenty minutes or so before we found a suitable crossing place due to the waters flow and depth. And then only by a spirited jump across into the reed bed on the far bank. With the inevitable splash and giggle as a couple of steps later we were reminded just why reed beds grow near/in water.
By now we were both getting the feel of the land we were travelling across, and the inevitable splash and mud was little more than an inevitability of our route. Even the times when the sphagnum beneath our feet seemed to sink and then ripple away before us gave little real concern. Solo I’d have probably have been a little more cautious about the route, but our joint experience level, and realistic expectation of the ground meant as a duo we could be a little more exploratory on this occasion. And to be honest it was fun honing those essential broken ground skills. From my experience of Dartmoor this was as bad as it was likely to get, so bring it on (but hey - I had spare dry socks!)
The next couple of hours were a trudge across the open moorland contouring Amicombe Hill heading towards the seemingly ever distant Green Tor. Normally I find that if the goal is in sight then movement towards feels quite rapid. But not today. We'd find sheep and cattle tracks, or an occasional paths made by a farmer's ATC, only for them to peter out within a few hundred metres. And that was the good stuff. Mostly it was a case of reading the ground ahead, and sticking to the 340 degree bearing. A task which we managed with magnificent aplomb (But god did it get monotonous after a while) Even the sight of a lizard scuttling for cover (me) or a frog (Geoff) did little to break up the trudge. Breaking out the Biltong at least meant our minds had something else to cope with, as the fibrous meat, tasty as it was, was left lodged in the gaps between the teeth. Something else to think about amongst the occasional splashes.
(Bleak House)
Finally we were near enough to the Tor and with some casting about we picked up the mine track heading down towards Nodden Gate, the pitch for the night.
But not without one reminder of the real danger of Dartmoor.
We'd both stepped in various boggy matter, usually just the one leg to the calf; Or knee at worst. But descending a small slope into the old mine workings below Bleak House (560 863) my right foot slipped into a hole and I once again found myself sitting down. But one difference. No mud or bog around me, virtually a dry slope with evidence of a good and well used path. I waggled my foot experimentally to find purchase and raise myself. But there was nothing underneath it except empty space.
Something to laugh about at the time as I gingerly pulled myself back from the gap, but a warning that whilst the open moorland may feel a difficult place at times it’s the apparently safe paths amongst the old mine workings where the true danger lies.
But this apart the journey downhill was a simple descent with fine views all around. A final manly stride through the ford (well I was past caring by now and the boots needed cleaning) where we found ourselves to be the last to arrive, the others having (mostly) opted for shorter routes.
A chance to meet up with fellow Dorset Backpackers Club member, John Yale (Hi John), on his own solo wildcamping trip. And shortly after Fossil Buff (aka FB) of Outdoors Magic fame(?), and his mate (another Martin I think)
FB didn’t get a hugely enthusiastic welcome from me initially, on account of a potentially over enthusiastic greeting from one of his dog brace as I dangled over the stream carefully removing contact lenses. But with that chore safely away, and the evening meal complete, we walked the short distance down to the Fox and Hounds at Bridestowe. Great beer. Great food. (Although Mick may yet have something to say about that considering his unexpected illness later that night) But especially great company as we bloggers et al set the world to rights.
Well OK Alan Sloman talked and we tried to butt in occasionally when ever he stopped for a sip of beer(lol) And thanks to those who plied me with free ale for an exceptionally cheap evening.
An early night after a tiring but enjoyable day. that's the south, north and west borders of Dartmoor all traversed in a month.
Undoubtedly there's gold in them thar Dartmoor hills. At least for us wildcampers who appreciate real solitude away from the crowds.
Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Friday
What was to have been a leisurely journey across the south coast during Friday turned into a stew of holiday traffic, with a couple of tractors thrown in to salt the recipe. The weather, as if in cahoots with the road tribulations turned its face away from the earlier sunshine and blue skies. No surprise then that my eventual arrival at Meldon Reservoir just south of Okehampton was met with a torrential downpour.
(Looking up Meldon Reservoir)
Naturally, all taken in stride for this seasoned 'packer. I sat in the car and waited. A pleasant half hour was spent checking the map; Changing into boots; And waiting for the rain to cease and the sky to turn blue;
(And that's what makes it a reservoir and not a puddle)
I'd probably be there still if I expected that sort of climatic epiphany last Friday. Wet? There was a huddle of ducks near the car park complaining about the conditions underfoot. Or should that be webbed feet?
Familiar with the route to the well known wildcamp spot at the southern end of the water (GR 555 907) I was able to spend the short walk along the resy taking a look around with no particular urgency in mind. But once on site getting the tent up quickly was order of the day. First brew on before 3 p.m. Result.
(Hey look - that litle green tent over there is mine!)
In between the showers I unwisely opted to slip off the Scarpa boots for my camp/travel footwear - North Face XCR Hedgehogs. I'd been considering their replacement earlier in the month, but other things had intervened.
Well that was tempting fate. As I explored the banks of the stream cascading (deluging) down from Black-a-Tor Copse I realised two things.
Firstly, back at the camp spot, a couple of my fellow bloggers (Alan and Martin) had just arrived. They were eyeing my open and apparently deserted Akto. Possibly wondering whether the Beast of Bodmin was holidaying in the area?
It was then my brain received the message that my feet were damp. I don't do wet feet - too many years of motorcyling trips. But the gore tex liner had chosen this point to throw in the towel, just as my feet squelched over water sodden ground. Farewell then Hedgehogs faithful companion for the last eighteen months, and to be replaced with the same again - what higher praise is there than that?
Mulling over a change of footwear I considered the ground around me (wet, very wet, or sodden) and opted to keep my dry stuff for the morrow and live with things for that evening. Quite how the Innov8 afficionados get on with having their feet in this state ALL the time is beyond me (lol); and perhaps the weekend on Dartmoor may have them thinking the same?
My compadres suitably set-up, next to arrived was Geoff, dapper as ever and cunningly disguised as Mary Poppins to fool the rain clouds (see yesterday's pix) An unsuccessful attempt as it turned out. Nice try Geoff.
Then Mick and Gayle, (although that should really be Gayle and Mick surely as she does most of the blogging?)
Finally, around 9pm, when I'd retired to my sleeping bag, the one dry spot that I could think of amongst the incessant rain, Darren, Duncan and Martin arrived to complete this week's Blogger crowd.
Or so we thought...
(A sunny day in paradise)Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Sunday, July 20
Dartmoor Trip
A taste of things over the past few days..... more to come soon
Where the water is supposed to be, instead of where it insisted on being on the Friday!
Geoff making us all feel somewhat sartorially challenged. Or is it Nick Crane? Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 19
Fox n Hounds nr Nodden Gate
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Yes Gayle - I can drink and blog at the same time!
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
Labels: E-Petition-Wildcamping, TGO Challenge, UK Outdoors Blogger
Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
Not, I hasten to add, because I don't recommend them. Personally I try to keep up with each site's postings on a regular basis via the my RSS feed package. To be honest its really the only way that I can keep up these days (check out Google Reader for an easy introduction & a free RSS tool)
The main reason for my decision has been more to do with the sheer volume of new bloggers popping up with something that they feel the urge to say, along with their own observations & tips.
To visit each web site directly would require a couple of hours each day if I was to visit each independently, hence RSS.
Take February for instance. I've become aware of:
- Step By Step -"a walker\backpacker of many (too many) years standing"
- A Mountain High - "in my third remission from cancer ...my attempt to blog my re-kindled passion for the mountains"
- Backpackingbongos -"to write about my backpacking trips"
- Where the Fatdog Walks - "Three years ago I decided that I needed a break from the interminably boring dogwalks near the house. Armed with a rucksack of Bonios and a black hairy stomach on legs I headed into the wilds of Scotland. This blog is a record of our travels"
- Daily Hiker - "web magazine dedicated to helping hikers, backpackers, mountaineers, and anyone else interested in the outdoor"
- Stourvale Walker - "Backpacking & light weight camping in wild places" (finally - a local lad from my neck of the woods)
Whilst there are a couple of UK Outdoor Blog link lists around, if you really want to get an idea of what's on offer I suggest checking the UK Outdoor Bloggers Association membership list for the latest links.
(Happily its been one of the successes of the UKOBA that it continues to deliver on its original aim to pull together UK Outdoor Bloggers, whether new or established, and provide mutual support & a pooling of ideas to develop the format into the future)
Now having said all that, I've a plug for a site new to me, which I mention because its sufficiently different from the majority of those already on offer.
Clever Backpacker "provides tools for backpacking, hiking, camping, and more. You can check out gear, find related resources, and use our tools. Be clever, use our tools to save you time when you plan your next trip"
There are plenty of ideas, advice & access to some thoughtful tools. Possibly the sort of things, like gear lists, that you considered doing yourself, but never quite got around to.
Right. That lot should keep you busy on the next rainy Sunday afternoon.
Enjoy.
Labels: blog media, Gear, UK Outdoors Blogger
Dawn, deer & damn the camera
The call came late last week. A chance to steal away from the daily work routines and meet up with fellow UK Outdoor Blogger Dawn Meeting up was uneventful so off to catch up with the usual gossip over a post journey coffee. Outspread map and our muddy boots, brought some glances from the patrons of the up-market establishment, as we sat happily looking at Dawn's options for her trip, based on my local knowledge.
Away then to a quieter part of the New Forest, to walked together up to a distant ridge before I turned back. Even in that brief a time two encounters with deer, one almost from beneath our feet as a fawn sprang clear, suddenly unfrozen for its hiding place deep amongst the dying bracken. The second - a full herd with four antlered stags standing guard.
Later as I returned another herd appeared on the horizon, silhouetted against a sun low in the sky. The pesky mobile telephone camera absolutely incapable of capturing the particular uniqueness of the moment.
(And the same it seems for photo editing package - you'll have to click on the picture below to see what I mean)
A good day, pleasant company; And a reminder to saviour the simple things that truly count.Labels: nature, New Forest, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, September 27
Caution - Blogger At Work
You know that feeling.
Sun's out.
Those pesky chores all done.
Belly full........well for the next half an hour or so.
So what else is a Blogger to do, out on safari?
Darren, zen like in his study of relaxation techniques. Hard at work.Labels: Backpackers Club, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, September 13
Outdoors Blog
Heads up - a new UK Outdoor Blog: Backpackbrewer’s Outdoor Blog
"Mostly, but not exclusively, a blog about the outdoors…..mostly"Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, September 6
Buy the ticket, take the ride
Walking in the rain.
A lot of rain.
From the feel of it, rain meant for someone else as well. Perhaps a few extra clouds diverted by Met Office scientists as a subtle retaliation? A penance for decrying the dumbed down CGI that passes for a TV Weather Forecast these days. Ah but down that path lies paranoia, so lets turn off that track right now.
For naturally we outdoor folk are suitably equipped for these adverse conditions.
As I walk my M3 player feeds me the erudite tones of Steven Fry and his latest podcast (No. 5) A guilty pleasure in listening to his Anglo Saxon littered tirade against Compliance Men In Suits (Don’t you just get a snickering tingle when a cultured gent cuts loose - lol)
But a different feeling when he reflects on the description of those traps awaiting a regular weekly columnist with space to fill, and little to say. Mr Fry identifies two pitfalls.
Firstly - Nostalgia: Remember how it was all so much better; Secondly - Anger: This makes me so mad I will rant. And you will agree or fight me.
The sort of articles you may spot as you browse your weekend newspaper. Even identified, how simple a trap they may remain.
For me a lesson to absorb as I turn it to Blogging, my own media. Or more precisely the easy ability to simply Churn Out Stuff.
Something that I have on my mind at present following various interchanges on the use and abuse of this communication media, and a few practical examples of just how little effort an article can be created using cut, paste and a little personalisation.
I’d add a couple more pratfalls of my own.
Comment: This is what I think about that report/news/action; Googlese: Look what I've found, lets all go and look.
Commonly these cosy up together in the same piece, feeding off each others lack of originality.
So easy to trip. 'Tis but a short fall, without any noticeable impact. Then taken over a period of time it becomes an all too comfortable existence.
Look - I'm doing it now. A reference to something I found, that entertained, and is being followed up with a commentary.
In mitigation it's my explanation of the catalyst behind my thought process. Being only too aware that my logic can go from Here to There too rapidly at times for others to catch the references that link the path of logical thought. Well logical to me at least.
With me so far? For its time to sharply veer away now.
Blogging is rather too comfortable.
There I've said it out loud.
But before you dash off to the Comment Box for one of those Mr Angry moments let me qualify that this is a reflection only of my own site & content.
Shock! Horror! Has old Johnny succumbed to water on the brain and started to lose it?
Let's try to explain. Many of the articles on here I personally find less than satisfactory when looking back over them sometime later. Don’t get me wrong. If it was simply crap writing, or was becoming a chore, I’d stop.
It's just that all too often I find this site has become a conduit for another's thought, observation or experience. Something down to me as editor, proof reader and senior writer to control of course.
As a public service, be it identifying outdoor information or bring some entertainment value, I trust it provides something positive. That part I'm relatively happy with.
But as for the rest, that's not enough. It's never been the main urge that keeps me hunched over this clacking keyboard for far too many hours each week; Reading, researching, thinking and finally, for some items, putting it down for you to browse over for a few minutes before skipping on elsewhere.
(Stick with me here folks - that wasn't a suggestion!)
I believe that this site has delivered much since it first sidled onto the net.
FAQ information for backpacking newbies & tips for the more experienced. Routes and travel suggestions to fan the flickering impulse to visit new areas. At times crusading, not just the Legalise Wild Camping Campaign, but also in support of the Mountain Rescue Teams & other backpackers personal challenges. Even kit reports occasionally, where the gear is something that interests me.
And always a medium for interchange of ideas and a mutual exchange of experiences.
Still most of this stuff can be found elsewhere on the web. Done better. Done in more detail. Or just done more regularly.
Back in January I tried to draw a line, to summarise what makes this pleasurable for me, and sufficiently different for you to return for more of the same.
My line in the sand. To step beyond the well established safety zone of trite conventionality. To offer material that provokes in others a recognition of something deeper than the nuts & bolts elements of what we do outdoors. To quote myself (another trap?)
"to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfilment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place"
A tough gig maybe, but one that gives me that special buzz when it works.
Perhaps the above wittering comes across as a ramble or disjointed tirade. Maybe even an indication of failure (which I don’t accept BTW)
But as the rain continues to fall, and Stephen Fry concludes his podcast, you may spot mine host. Alone in a sodden maize field, save for a confused collie dog, watching as his master mentally kicks himself for having been snagged by the biggest trap of all.
Complacency.
Time to regroup and hire myself a new editor here at JH Towers.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 26
Blog - Birthday, Backpacking & Belief
Back in 2006, as I was part way through my usual Summer pattern of wildcamping and backpacking forays, something sparked me up to start this blog, in an attempt to express this feeling somewhere deep inside of myself.
On the second anniversary of this Blog I reread that first post to see if my thoughts had shifted in the two years since it started.
That deep driving force remains true, but there has also been some positive changes as a result of that decision take two years ago. And an indirect fall-out, the sense of enforced responsibility with a slow realisation that what appears on here may possibly influence others, dependant on what message they chose to take away from their visit.
Originally the Blog was a way to supplement my usual walking diaries, that I still keep, but to embellish the short handwritten notes with photos and reference links.
My pile of diaries, scribbled in small notebooks in the tent each evening with a stub of a pencil, provided route details, places enjoyed, ideas for future trips, and pitches noted along the way, to return to maybe. Most importantly it left little factually based reminders to myself for the future. Kit to try out, modify or discard. Different ideas or approaches to help improve what I enjoy doing. Especially potential wildcamp spots to follow up (Even now I seem to spend a walk, whatever the location, automatically mentally noting potential sites)
At the time UK based blogs were few and far between, and certainly in single figures. There were a number of walking websites, but with the exception of Backpacking In Britain few related to my specialised interest. Or suitable for a two way communication of interests and ideas.
I felt I had some experiences of my own way to offer, after a number of years of basically learning mostly by personal trial and error. This had been supplemented by the occasional group "camp out" in the wilds, soon abandoned as I quickly realised that the general 'walker' in my geographical location just didn't get "It". That kick deep inside I still get on waking up in a lonely wildcamp location; A day's walk ahead; Carrying my essential amenities on my back. To see things few others know exist. And to survive, nay prosper, in the basic natural environment that can at times be downright hostile and dangerous. Nature & the Outdoors away from the cities. My version of Real Life.
My only source of new ideas and challenges came via digging into the few backpacking books available relating to the UK itself, and keeping an eye on the outdoor magazines.
For whilst those in the traditional outdoor pursuit areas such as the Lakes, or Peak District, may take their introduction and education to the Great Outdoors in their stride, those of us outside these localities don't have that benefit. Finding like minded people, or even places, to follow this calling were rare.
I also understood, and still do, that experience only become wisdom by listening to others, learning from my own trial, and applying the particular lesson in a way that works best for me.
If my site statistics are to be believed, two years on this blog has had over 34,000 visitors. Each day around hundred new people arrive to look over it, some stay, many move on, but a hard core of repeat visitors return again and again, and join in to share their own experiences, comment on my own, or offer some alternative thoughts.
And at each Blog anniversary I'm surprised to find that these numbers keep increasing by around a 50% increase each year (At this rate if I keep this up until I'm 102 I'll have most of the English reading world on here!)
But the stats, as those involved in this Blogging malarkey know only too well, are of comparative value only. Its not about the numbers, but about the bridges built between those sharing a love of the outdoors, or seeking to explore it further.
Without meaning to sound boastful it may be safe to say that without Blogs like this, alongside those early established trail blazers & later arrivals in early in 2007, the outdoor scene would have been slightly different.
- No UK Outdoor Blogger Association to support and advise those interested in the Blog as a way of expressing their own take on the UK Outdoor walking and wildcamping scene.
- No coming together of people from across the UK and beyond for regular meet-ups & wildcamps.
- No forming of long term friendships between people who otherwise were unlikely to ever meet.
- No Wild Camping E-Petition Campaign to explore the associated issues for those who were similarly motivated for change.
- And especially no chance for some of us to step outside our personal small insular areas, a circumstance of geography and community. To learn from others, and to teach. To consider different ways, and to adapt our own individual style.
Now that's not being arrogant. At least its not my intention. Call it a personal view, a personal history if you like, of progress during the last two years.
And all a somewhat divergent preamble to the point of my reflections.
Magazines, on-line forums, Blogs and Podcasts share one basic theme. Communication. Mostly a consideration of how we may approach what we do, the kit used, and the methodology concerned.
But for you, the reader or listener on the receiving end, it isn't meant to be a proscriptive set of rules but a never ending discussion of the tools and our use to follow the pursuits that we have chosen. And sometimes that point can be missed amongst all the shiny kit reviews and latest trends.
Whether its ultralight tarp and trail shoe, 80 litre pack and two man canvas tent, or the latest/best/alternative/traditional bit of kit or area ........ it all comes down to one thing which Monty Python put so succinctly:
"Brian: Please, please, please listen! I've got one or two things to say.
Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them!
Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong! You don't NEED to follow ME, You don't NEED to follow ANYBODY! You've got to think for your selves! You're ALL individuals!
Crowd: Yes! We're all individuals!
Brian: You're all different!
Crowd: Yes, we ARE all different!
Man in crowd: I'm not...
Crowd: Sch!"
Don't be the Man in the Crowd folks. Or should that be do- confusing. Anyway - soak it all up. Try it out in safety. Take what works. Discard what doesn't. But most of all experiment whilst aware of your own skill and experience levels, and learn from whats available adapting it for what works for you.
Backpacking and wild camping will never be a 'trendy' pursuit amongst the public at large. It tends to attract those with a more individualist streak, possibly even the downright weird at times (names provided for a 'small' handling charge -lol) But its that self driven element that is part of what makes it so satisfying.
Possibly the very worst sort of people to be told what to do. But the most able, I find, to weigh up the good alongside the bad and safely find their own unique path to get more out those special places we visit all too rarely.
Yes. The writer now is not the same individual of two years ago. But one that today gets even more enjoyment, alongside an increasing number of like minded individuals, with benefits that long ago were not even considered.
Now after all that, time to blow out the birthday cake candles.
Phew!Labels: Backpacking Advice, blog media, books, E-Petition-Wildcamping, UK Outdoors Blogger, uk walking blog
Wednesday, July 23
New Blog: Walk Dartmoor
The influence of the UK Outdoor Bloggers 'On Tour' strikes again? Well possibly.
We're a bit like chicken pox. Itchy. Persistent at times. But inevitably something that stops you going sterile when you're older.
Err .....that analogy doesn't seem to have worked out quite as I expected.
Anyway, a casual chat over a pint Saturday night; Some initial playing around with website layouts; And .......Voila.........Another Blog appears.
This time hewn from the primordial Dartmoor bogland. No doubt formed from mud, sphagnum moss...and one or two other things perhaps.
Shamus, for those who know his alter ego on Outdoors Magic talks a fair amount of sense; Knows how to place his tongue firmly into cheek when mood takes; And like most of us will undoubtedly succumb to drivel when backed into the bottom of yet another empty pint glass.
But he's also a man at one with Dartmoor's wilderness, and after talking with him it's clear the place has got under his skin. Understandable IMHO. If his knowledge of the area can be shared via his Blog then that will be a real benefit to those reading it.
Walk Dartmoor - "I am all too aware that I spend so much time running, hiking, teaching navigation and wild camping on Dartmoor that I ought to share it in some way. I enjoy photographing the moor and reading about the prehistoric people of Dartmoor; my ancestors I suppose! So I hope some of this may be of use to you"
Usually my blog recommendations are made after that difficult birthing period. But in this case I'm guessing Shamus is one of those people who will react well under pressure.
So check his Blog out and chip in any support you'd care to offer. And remember to very nice. He has a large dog with an affinity for picking up skulls.
Don't say you weren't warned.
pLabels: blog media, dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, uk walking blog
Tuesday, July 22
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Wash-Up
The Stats:
Day 1: To Meldon Reservoir;
Distance - 1.25 mile;
Day 2: Black-a-Tor Copse-LINTS TOR-GT & Little Kneeset-Fur Tor-Sandy Ford-Amicombe Hill-Green Tor-Nodden Gate;
Distance - 11.3 mile (18.08 km); Ascent - 847m; Average Speed - 2.4 mph
Day 3: Nodden Gate-Great Nodden-Sourton Tors-Meldon Reservoir car park;
Distance - 5.87 mile; Average Speed - 3.3 mph (edited post comment - thanks Gayle)
TOTAL: Well who cares?
Summing Up:
I've already said most of it summing up my last trip Suffice to say track finding on Dartmoor can be 'interesting' at times, and definitely not for those who worry about mud or boggy areas.
Map and compass work is a given, whatever the weather.
As Geoff used a 1:50,000 map we were able to compare the detail provided with my 1:25,000 OS. Suffice to say I'll be sticking with the more detailed version. Even then the tracks on the ground are mostly not reflected on the OS map. Get used to reading the ground and the lie of the land ahead as you move forwards. This is where my winter New Forest bogland walks come in very useful.
The valley around Amicombe Brook was quite challenging, and the crossing of Amicombe Hill itself difficult at times. Whilst not the worst land I've ever crossed it required a fair degree of concentration and will power. Definitely an area which saps the energy out of the legs with the incessant high stepping gait and regular direction changing required to make any reasonable progress onwards. Sunday morning my legs definitely felt like I'd walked much further than the eleven miles recorded.
Lessons learnt, Tips & Tricks:
Gear:
The North Face Hedgehogs turned out to be a liability. Dried out they will remain useful as street shoes, but a new pair will be on order presently. A difficult decision not to ditch them at Nodden Gate and save the dead weight. But you know what its like with that special and oh so faithful piece of gear. They've had a long life but fool on me for not heeding the warning signs of their imminent demise earlier in the month.
Food:
An opportunity to test the
JH Mash against the Asda version. Mine was full of taste, quantity and quality. The ASDA version - rubbish. Definitely worth playing around with some alternative mixes to expand the range, but basically a very quick and easy way to prep cheap instant food. (Orders are being taken BTW -lol)
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Sunday
An intentional early start with family duties requiring my presence back home in the afternoon. Not to mention my near pathological disgust of travelling the A35 on a Sunday during holiday season. A major trunk road? More like a caravan park at times, and lethal when the Sunday lunchers come out to for a gentle drive. No siree - this man had places to be and stuck behind day trippers was not in the plan.
So it was a quiet byee to those already moving, including Mick and Gayle, another early starter. Or so I thought until their later report proved my so-called early stirring to me a lie-in compared to their unfortunate overnight experiences. But hopefully those stunning early morning views were some mitigation Gayle. The sort of panoramas we dream of seeing; But are usually still busily dreaming instead.
(Nodden Gate camp-up aka it might be a crappy camera but it does movies 'innit)
Typically the day was brilliant sunshine as I followed the east bank of the stream northwards. Rewarded a few hundred metres later with the sight of a fox crossing my path apparently unperturbed as he disappeared into the lush ground cover flushing up a pheasant in the process.
Picking one of the numerous narrow tracks upwards onto the ridge I found myself on a clear track moving westwards of Great Nodden with a clear view of the land to the east of Dartmoor, my company for the next hour or so. The wind still playfully present, but on the whole A Good Day.
Eventually the track started its steady descent towards Sourton Tors and the path crossing (GR 546 896) Swinging right the view before was similarly beckoning. The high ground of Dartmoor on the right, the aerial on top of Yes Tor, a previous wildcamp spot, clearly visible today. Ahead my destination peeking cheekily between the gap in the hills.
(Meldon Reservoir & Okehampton in the distance)
Down now, the gradient becoming steeper as I followed the foot of Corn Ridge making my way back to where it had all started on Friday, with a spirited stomp back to the car, and the pleasures of the WC beckoning.
(Friday night's campsite. Sans rain clouds)
The final leg of the route alongside the resy, now very familiar, giving me the chance to fiddle with my GPS's tricks, which showed my moving average speed over that section was 3.7 mph. Just goes to show what a few days walking can do for fitness once the eye is tuned to the terrain, the body warmed up, and the feet raring to go.
But all too soon it was back in the car and on the road back heading towards Durzet.
A good weekend. A further reminder, if one was needed, of the wild land Dartmoor has to offer; That chance of solitude so easily achievable; And the easy fellowship that exists amongst my fellow Bloggers.
Later that afternoon, during a break in family festivities, I spotted a post from Alan Sloman posted earlier, via the wonders of modern technical wizardry (for as we all know, Alan is quite a Boffin, hence his nickname 'Merlin -Wizard of the Valves. Ahem)
My body may have been basking in the hot sunshine, meat on the BBQ, and a beer in hand; But my mind was back there on the moor, my spirit camped out high amongst the Dartmoor hills.
An early return is required, methinks.Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Monday, July 21
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Saturday
I awoke early Saturday, but obviously not early enough as most of the others appeared to have beat me up. With the previous evening's rain and wind Darren had narrowly avoided taking an early bath, without leaving his sleeping bag as the water found its usual path downhill via his pitch. And that could have been any of us to be honest. Luckily his choice of Hex (3?)tent and bivvy bag meant his morning ablution was still a matter of choice, rather than unexpected enforcement.
No tarps on this trip matey, not even for Geoff or Darren. Very sensible.
Mick & Gayle ably demonstrated one outcome of their 84 days on LeJoG as they worked in unison to smoothly pack away their gear, with nary a cross word or question. Last time I tried that with my partner I had to hide all sharp poky things from the vicinity. Impressive M&G.
As others followed suit I ditched the idea of a "holiday" and started to packed away the brew kit. The weather, as expected, was wet. Not necessarily raining. Yet. But a day of on/off showers was going to be the best we could hope for.
We remnants of the True Holiday Makers started the walk up the western bank of the West Okement River, oohing and ahhing at all the damned fine wildcamping spots for the future. Ones less likely to act as a catchment area for pooling as had the one on the night before. We even came across a tent with its occupants still ensconced. Now that's Proper Holiday Stuff.
Geoff and myself left Duncan, Darren, and his friend Martin to head up towards Black Tor whilst we moved on up the valley. I’d had this route in mind since I first spotted it a couple of years ago, keen to see just how far south it went and the quality of the track. Quite good as it turned out until the inevitable bog and flooded land forced a detour onto the western slopes and up to Lints Tor (GR 580 875) aka The Sphinx
(Lints Tor)
On then to contour around Great Kneeset and its smaller relation, Little Kneeset before the trudge across the increasingly common bog/stream/bog crossing up to Fur Tor (GR 587 830)
(Army tent city high on Black Ridge?)
This is the most remote of the Dartmoor Tors. Remembering the trudge up to it I’d certainly concur. But on a good day, with drier conditions underfoot great day out for a circular walk from Okehampton/Meldon Reservoir, with a choice of lowland one way and return across the tops to Yes Tor. However with low cloud and heavy rain definitely more of a challenge and only for those with good map and compass skills.
(A view from Fur Tor)
The sight of the distinctive Postbridge aerial in the distance meant a welcome chance to finally get a reasonable mobile phone signal and report 'Alls Ok' back home (Sun & T-shirt weather I was told. Hmmm. Super)
Sheltered from the ever present wind whilst taking our lunch the sun broke through the clouds. And promptly disappeared again as the wind sheered around and our haven became yet another pocket of gusts. So far we'd only been walking for a couple of hours and based on my recent Dartmoor experience during my previous trip I felt the ground, though wet, to be easy enough to move over given an acceptance that tracks had to be spotted as we went, and most footsteps were inevitably soon followed by one that would splashed.
We were wearing our waterproof jackets, more to keep out the chilly wind than rain. With the day being lights showers you just get to a point where the damned waterproof is left on really. But except for a brief trial with the leggings it was never bad enough to get us wetter than we already were, or ruin the views. And what views they were as we could look back down the valley tracing the route we had travelled already.
Crunch time. With our evening's meet-up fixed Geoff and myself debated the remainder of the route. Looking over the valley floor to the Tors on the western skyline the choice was mapped out below. Take the high, but long route? Or Go For It cutting across the valley floor?
The latter won out. Oh what poor misguided fools! In hindsight it was definitely land I wouldn’t choose to walk over again having done it the once. With the heavy rain of the day before crossing Amicombe Brook made life "interesting" (Aren’t brooks supposed to be piddly little water courses with kids sailing paper boats?) This one must have taken twenty minutes or so before we found a suitable crossing place due to the waters flow and depth. And then only by a spirited jump across into the reed bed on the far bank. With the inevitable splash and giggle as a couple of steps later we were reminded just why reed beds grow near/in water.
By now we were both getting the feel of the land we were travelling across, and the inevitable splash and mud was little more than an inevitability of our route. Even the times when the sphagnum beneath our feet seemed to sink and then ripple away before us gave little real concern. Solo I’d have probably have been a little more cautious about the route, but our joint experience level, and realistic expectation of the ground meant as a duo we could be a little more exploratory on this occasion. And to be honest it was fun honing those essential broken ground skills. From my experience of Dartmoor this was as bad as it was likely to get, so bring it on (but hey - I had spare dry socks!)
The next couple of hours were a trudge across the open moorland contouring Amicombe Hill heading towards the seemingly ever distant Green Tor. Normally I find that if the goal is in sight then movement towards feels quite rapid. But not today. We'd find sheep and cattle tracks, or an occasional paths made by a farmer's ATC, only for them to peter out within a few hundred metres. And that was the good stuff. Mostly it was a case of reading the ground ahead, and sticking to the 340 degree bearing. A task which we managed with magnificent aplomb (But god did it get monotonous after a while) Even the sight of a lizard scuttling for cover (me) or a frog (Geoff) did little to break up the trudge. Breaking out the Biltong at least meant our minds had something else to cope with, as the fibrous meat, tasty as it was, was left lodged in the gaps between the teeth. Something else to think about amongst the occasional splashes.
(Bleak House)
Finally we were near enough to the Tor and with some casting about we picked up the mine track heading down towards Nodden Gate, the pitch for the night.
But not without one reminder of the real danger of Dartmoor.
We'd both stepped in various boggy matter, usually just the one leg to the calf; Or knee at worst. But descending a small slope into the old mine workings below Bleak House (560 863) my right foot slipped into a hole and I once again found myself sitting down. But one difference. No mud or bog around me, virtually a dry slope with evidence of a good and well used path. I waggled my foot experimentally to find purchase and raise myself. But there was nothing underneath it except empty space.
Something to laugh about at the time as I gingerly pulled myself back from the gap, but a warning that whilst the open moorland may feel a difficult place at times it’s the apparently safe paths amongst the old mine workings where the true danger lies.
But this apart the journey downhill was a simple descent with fine views all around. A final manly stride through the ford (well I was past caring by now and the boots needed cleaning) where we found ourselves to be the last to arrive, the others having (mostly) opted for shorter routes.
A chance to meet up with fellow Dorset Backpackers Club member, John Yale (Hi John), on his own solo wildcamping trip. And shortly after Fossil Buff (aka FB) of Outdoors Magic fame(?), and his mate (another Martin I think)
FB didn’t get a hugely enthusiastic welcome from me initially, on account of a potentially over enthusiastic greeting from one of his dog brace as I dangled over the stream carefully removing contact lenses. But with that chore safely away, and the evening meal complete, we walked the short distance down to the Fox and Hounds at Bridestowe. Great beer. Great food. (Although Mick may yet have something to say about that considering his unexpected illness later that night) But especially great company as we bloggers et al set the world to rights.
Well OK Alan Sloman talked and we tried to butt in occasionally when ever he stopped for a sip of beer(lol) And thanks to those who plied me with free ale for an exceptionally cheap evening.
An early night after a tiring but enjoyable day. that's the south, north and west borders of Dartmoor all traversed in a month.
Undoubtedly there's gold in them thar Dartmoor hills. At least for us wildcampers who appreciate real solitude away from the crowds.
Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Friday
What was to have been a leisurely journey across the south coast during Friday turned into a stew of holiday traffic, with a couple of tractors thrown in to salt the recipe. The weather, as if in cahoots with the road tribulations turned its face away from the earlier sunshine and blue skies. No surprise then that my eventual arrival at Meldon Reservoir just south of Okehampton was met with a torrential downpour.
(Looking up Meldon Reservoir)
Naturally, all taken in stride for this seasoned 'packer. I sat in the car and waited. A pleasant half hour was spent checking the map; Changing into boots; And waiting for the rain to cease and the sky to turn blue;
(And that's what makes it a reservoir and not a puddle)
I'd probably be there still if I expected that sort of climatic epiphany last Friday. Wet? There was a huddle of ducks near the car park complaining about the conditions underfoot. Or should that be webbed feet?
Familiar with the route to the well known wildcamp spot at the southern end of the water (GR 555 907) I was able to spend the short walk along the resy taking a look around with no particular urgency in mind. But once on site getting the tent up quickly was order of the day. First brew on before 3 p.m. Result.
(Hey look - that litle green tent over there is mine!)
In between the showers I unwisely opted to slip off the Scarpa boots for my camp/travel footwear - North Face XCR Hedgehogs. I'd been considering their replacement earlier in the month, but other things had intervened.
Well that was tempting fate. As I explored the banks of the stream cascading (deluging) down from Black-a-Tor Copse I realised two things.
Firstly, back at the camp spot, a couple of my fellow bloggers (Alan and Martin) had just arrived. They were eyeing my open and apparently deserted Akto. Possibly wondering whether the Beast of Bodmin was holidaying in the area?
It was then my brain received the message that my feet were damp. I don't do wet feet - too many years of motorcyling trips. But the gore tex liner had chosen this point to throw in the towel, just as my feet squelched over water sodden ground. Farewell then Hedgehogs faithful companion for the last eighteen months, and to be replaced with the same again - what higher praise is there than that?
Mulling over a change of footwear I considered the ground around me (wet, very wet, or sodden) and opted to keep my dry stuff for the morrow and live with things for that evening. Quite how the Innov8 afficionados get on with having their feet in this state ALL the time is beyond me (lol); and perhaps the weekend on Dartmoor may have them thinking the same?
My compadres suitably set-up, next to arrived was Geoff, dapper as ever and cunningly disguised as Mary Poppins to fool the rain clouds (see yesterday's pix) An unsuccessful attempt as it turned out. Nice try Geoff.
Then Mick and Gayle, (although that should really be Gayle and Mick surely as she does most of the blogging?)
Finally, around 9pm, when I'd retired to my sleeping bag, the one dry spot that I could think of amongst the incessant rain, Darren, Duncan and Martin arrived to complete this week's Blogger crowd.
Or so we thought...
(A sunny day in paradise)Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Sunday, July 20
Dartmoor Trip
A taste of things over the past few days..... more to come soon
Where the water is supposed to be, instead of where it insisted on being on the Friday!
Geoff making us all feel somewhat sartorially challenged. Or is it Nick Crane? Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 19
Fox n Hounds nr Nodden Gate
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Yes Gayle - I can drink and blog at the same time!
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
Labels: E-Petition-Wildcamping, TGO Challenge, UK Outdoors Blogger
Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
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All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
Away then to a quieter part of the New Forest, to walked together up to a distant ridge before I turned back. Even in that brief a time two encounters with deer, one almost from beneath our feet as a fawn sprang clear, suddenly unfrozen for its hiding place deep amongst the dying bracken. The second - a full herd with four antlered stags standing guard.
Later as I returned another herd appeared on the horizon, silhouetted against a sun low in the sky. The pesky mobile telephone camera absolutely incapable of capturing the particular uniqueness of the moment.
(And the same it seems for photo editing package - you'll have to click on the picture below to see what I mean)
A good day, pleasant company; And a reminder to saviour the simple things that truly count.
Labels: nature, New Forest, UK Outdoors Blogger
Caution - Blogger At Work
You know that feeling.
Sun's out.
Those pesky chores all done.
Belly full........well for the next half an hour or so.
So what else is a Blogger to do, out on safari?
Darren, zen like in his study of relaxation techniques. Hard at work.Labels: Backpackers Club, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, September 13
Outdoors Blog
Heads up - a new UK Outdoor Blog: Backpackbrewer’s Outdoor Blog
"Mostly, but not exclusively, a blog about the outdoors…..mostly"Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, September 6
Buy the ticket, take the ride
Walking in the rain.
A lot of rain.
From the feel of it, rain meant for someone else as well. Perhaps a few extra clouds diverted by Met Office scientists as a subtle retaliation? A penance for decrying the dumbed down CGI that passes for a TV Weather Forecast these days. Ah but down that path lies paranoia, so lets turn off that track right now.
For naturally we outdoor folk are suitably equipped for these adverse conditions.
As I walk my M3 player feeds me the erudite tones of Steven Fry and his latest podcast (No. 5) A guilty pleasure in listening to his Anglo Saxon littered tirade against Compliance Men In Suits (Don’t you just get a snickering tingle when a cultured gent cuts loose - lol)
But a different feeling when he reflects on the description of those traps awaiting a regular weekly columnist with space to fill, and little to say. Mr Fry identifies two pitfalls.
Firstly - Nostalgia: Remember how it was all so much better; Secondly - Anger: This makes me so mad I will rant. And you will agree or fight me.
The sort of articles you may spot as you browse your weekend newspaper. Even identified, how simple a trap they may remain.
For me a lesson to absorb as I turn it to Blogging, my own media. Or more precisely the easy ability to simply Churn Out Stuff.
Something that I have on my mind at present following various interchanges on the use and abuse of this communication media, and a few practical examples of just how little effort an article can be created using cut, paste and a little personalisation.
I’d add a couple more pratfalls of my own.
Comment: This is what I think about that report/news/action; Googlese: Look what I've found, lets all go and look.
Commonly these cosy up together in the same piece, feeding off each others lack of originality.
So easy to trip. 'Tis but a short fall, without any noticeable impact. Then taken over a period of time it becomes an all too comfortable existence.
Look - I'm doing it now. A reference to something I found, that entertained, and is being followed up with a commentary.
In mitigation it's my explanation of the catalyst behind my thought process. Being only too aware that my logic can go from Here to There too rapidly at times for others to catch the references that link the path of logical thought. Well logical to me at least.
With me so far? For its time to sharply veer away now.
Blogging is rather too comfortable.
There I've said it out loud.
But before you dash off to the Comment Box for one of those Mr Angry moments let me qualify that this is a reflection only of my own site & content.
Shock! Horror! Has old Johnny succumbed to water on the brain and started to lose it?
Let's try to explain. Many of the articles on here I personally find less than satisfactory when looking back over them sometime later. Don’t get me wrong. If it was simply crap writing, or was becoming a chore, I’d stop.
It's just that all too often I find this site has become a conduit for another's thought, observation or experience. Something down to me as editor, proof reader and senior writer to control of course.
As a public service, be it identifying outdoor information or bring some entertainment value, I trust it provides something positive. That part I'm relatively happy with.
But as for the rest, that's not enough. It's never been the main urge that keeps me hunched over this clacking keyboard for far too many hours each week; Reading, researching, thinking and finally, for some items, putting it down for you to browse over for a few minutes before skipping on elsewhere.
(Stick with me here folks - that wasn't a suggestion!)
I believe that this site has delivered much since it first sidled onto the net.
FAQ information for backpacking newbies & tips for the more experienced. Routes and travel suggestions to fan the flickering impulse to visit new areas. At times crusading, not just the Legalise Wild Camping Campaign, but also in support of the Mountain Rescue Teams & other backpackers personal challenges. Even kit reports occasionally, where the gear is something that interests me.
And always a medium for interchange of ideas and a mutual exchange of experiences.
Still most of this stuff can be found elsewhere on the web. Done better. Done in more detail. Or just done more regularly.
Back in January I tried to draw a line, to summarise what makes this pleasurable for me, and sufficiently different for you to return for more of the same.
My line in the sand. To step beyond the well established safety zone of trite conventionality. To offer material that provokes in others a recognition of something deeper than the nuts & bolts elements of what we do outdoors. To quote myself (another trap?)
"to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfilment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place"
A tough gig maybe, but one that gives me that special buzz when it works.
Perhaps the above wittering comes across as a ramble or disjointed tirade. Maybe even an indication of failure (which I don’t accept BTW)
But as the rain continues to fall, and Stephen Fry concludes his podcast, you may spot mine host. Alone in a sodden maize field, save for a confused collie dog, watching as his master mentally kicks himself for having been snagged by the biggest trap of all.
Complacency.
Time to regroup and hire myself a new editor here at JH Towers.
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Saturday, July 26
Blog - Birthday, Backpacking & Belief
Back in 2006, as I was part way through my usual Summer pattern of wildcamping and backpacking forays, something sparked me up to start this blog, in an attempt to express this feeling somewhere deep inside of myself.
On the second anniversary of this Blog I reread that first post to see if my thoughts had shifted in the two years since it started.
That deep driving force remains true, but there has also been some positive changes as a result of that decision take two years ago. And an indirect fall-out, the sense of enforced responsibility with a slow realisation that what appears on here may possibly influence others, dependant on what message they chose to take away from their visit.
Originally the Blog was a way to supplement my usual walking diaries, that I still keep, but to embellish the short handwritten notes with photos and reference links.
My pile of diaries, scribbled in small notebooks in the tent each evening with a stub of a pencil, provided route details, places enjoyed, ideas for future trips, and pitches noted along the way, to return to maybe. Most importantly it left little factually based reminders to myself for the future. Kit to try out, modify or discard. Different ideas or approaches to help improve what I enjoy doing. Especially potential wildcamp spots to follow up (Even now I seem to spend a walk, whatever the location, automatically mentally noting potential sites)
At the time UK based blogs were few and far between, and certainly in single figures. There were a number of walking websites, but with the exception of Backpacking In Britain few related to my specialised interest. Or suitable for a two way communication of interests and ideas.
I felt I had some experiences of my own way to offer, after a number of years of basically learning mostly by personal trial and error. This had been supplemented by the occasional group "camp out" in the wilds, soon abandoned as I quickly realised that the general 'walker' in my geographical location just didn't get "It". That kick deep inside I still get on waking up in a lonely wildcamp location; A day's walk ahead; Carrying my essential amenities on my back. To see things few others know exist. And to survive, nay prosper, in the basic natural environment that can at times be downright hostile and dangerous. Nature & the Outdoors away from the cities. My version of Real Life.
My only source of new ideas and challenges came via digging into the few backpacking books available relating to the UK itself, and keeping an eye on the outdoor magazines.
For whilst those in the traditional outdoor pursuit areas such as the Lakes, or Peak District, may take their introduction and education to the Great Outdoors in their stride, those of us outside these localities don't have that benefit. Finding like minded people, or even places, to follow this calling were rare.
I also understood, and still do, that experience only become wisdom by listening to others, learning from my own trial, and applying the particular lesson in a way that works best for me.
If my site statistics are to be believed, two years on this blog has had over 34,000 visitors. Each day around hundred new people arrive to look over it, some stay, many move on, but a hard core of repeat visitors return again and again, and join in to share their own experiences, comment on my own, or offer some alternative thoughts.
And at each Blog anniversary I'm surprised to find that these numbers keep increasing by around a 50% increase each year (At this rate if I keep this up until I'm 102 I'll have most of the English reading world on here!)
But the stats, as those involved in this Blogging malarkey know only too well, are of comparative value only. Its not about the numbers, but about the bridges built between those sharing a love of the outdoors, or seeking to explore it further.
Without meaning to sound boastful it may be safe to say that without Blogs like this, alongside those early established trail blazers & later arrivals in early in 2007, the outdoor scene would have been slightly different.
- No UK Outdoor Blogger Association to support and advise those interested in the Blog as a way of expressing their own take on the UK Outdoor walking and wildcamping scene.
- No coming together of people from across the UK and beyond for regular meet-ups & wildcamps.
- No forming of long term friendships between people who otherwise were unlikely to ever meet.
- No Wild Camping E-Petition Campaign to explore the associated issues for those who were similarly motivated for change.
- And especially no chance for some of us to step outside our personal small insular areas, a circumstance of geography and community. To learn from others, and to teach. To consider different ways, and to adapt our own individual style.
Now that's not being arrogant. At least its not my intention. Call it a personal view, a personal history if you like, of progress during the last two years.
And all a somewhat divergent preamble to the point of my reflections.
Magazines, on-line forums, Blogs and Podcasts share one basic theme. Communication. Mostly a consideration of how we may approach what we do, the kit used, and the methodology concerned.
But for you, the reader or listener on the receiving end, it isn't meant to be a proscriptive set of rules but a never ending discussion of the tools and our use to follow the pursuits that we have chosen. And sometimes that point can be missed amongst all the shiny kit reviews and latest trends.
Whether its ultralight tarp and trail shoe, 80 litre pack and two man canvas tent, or the latest/best/alternative/traditional bit of kit or area ........ it all comes down to one thing which Monty Python put so succinctly:
"Brian: Please, please, please listen! I've got one or two things to say.
Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them!
Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong! You don't NEED to follow ME, You don't NEED to follow ANYBODY! You've got to think for your selves! You're ALL individuals!
Crowd: Yes! We're all individuals!
Brian: You're all different!
Crowd: Yes, we ARE all different!
Man in crowd: I'm not...
Crowd: Sch!"
Don't be the Man in the Crowd folks. Or should that be do- confusing. Anyway - soak it all up. Try it out in safety. Take what works. Discard what doesn't. But most of all experiment whilst aware of your own skill and experience levels, and learn from whats available adapting it for what works for you.
Backpacking and wild camping will never be a 'trendy' pursuit amongst the public at large. It tends to attract those with a more individualist streak, possibly even the downright weird at times (names provided for a 'small' handling charge -lol) But its that self driven element that is part of what makes it so satisfying.
Possibly the very worst sort of people to be told what to do. But the most able, I find, to weigh up the good alongside the bad and safely find their own unique path to get more out those special places we visit all too rarely.
Yes. The writer now is not the same individual of two years ago. But one that today gets even more enjoyment, alongside an increasing number of like minded individuals, with benefits that long ago were not even considered.
Now after all that, time to blow out the birthday cake candles.
Phew!Labels: Backpacking Advice, blog media, books, E-Petition-Wildcamping, UK Outdoors Blogger, uk walking blog
Wednesday, July 23
New Blog: Walk Dartmoor
The influence of the UK Outdoor Bloggers 'On Tour' strikes again? Well possibly.
We're a bit like chicken pox. Itchy. Persistent at times. But inevitably something that stops you going sterile when you're older.
Err .....that analogy doesn't seem to have worked out quite as I expected.
Anyway, a casual chat over a pint Saturday night; Some initial playing around with website layouts; And .......Voila.........Another Blog appears.
This time hewn from the primordial Dartmoor bogland. No doubt formed from mud, sphagnum moss...and one or two other things perhaps.
Shamus, for those who know his alter ego on Outdoors Magic talks a fair amount of sense; Knows how to place his tongue firmly into cheek when mood takes; And like most of us will undoubtedly succumb to drivel when backed into the bottom of yet another empty pint glass.
But he's also a man at one with Dartmoor's wilderness, and after talking with him it's clear the place has got under his skin. Understandable IMHO. If his knowledge of the area can be shared via his Blog then that will be a real benefit to those reading it.
Walk Dartmoor - "I am all too aware that I spend so much time running, hiking, teaching navigation and wild camping on Dartmoor that I ought to share it in some way. I enjoy photographing the moor and reading about the prehistoric people of Dartmoor; my ancestors I suppose! So I hope some of this may be of use to you"
Usually my blog recommendations are made after that difficult birthing period. But in this case I'm guessing Shamus is one of those people who will react well under pressure.
So check his Blog out and chip in any support you'd care to offer. And remember to very nice. He has a large dog with an affinity for picking up skulls.
Don't say you weren't warned.
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Tuesday, July 22
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Wash-Up
The Stats:
Day 1: To Meldon Reservoir;
Distance - 1.25 mile;
Day 2: Black-a-Tor Copse-LINTS TOR-GT & Little Kneeset-Fur Tor-Sandy Ford-Amicombe Hill-Green Tor-Nodden Gate;
Distance - 11.3 mile (18.08 km); Ascent - 847m; Average Speed - 2.4 mph
Day 3: Nodden Gate-Great Nodden-Sourton Tors-Meldon Reservoir car park;
Distance - 5.87 mile; Average Speed - 3.3 mph (edited post comment - thanks Gayle)
TOTAL: Well who cares?
Summing Up:
I've already said most of it summing up my last trip Suffice to say track finding on Dartmoor can be 'interesting' at times, and definitely not for those who worry about mud or boggy areas.
Map and compass work is a given, whatever the weather.
As Geoff used a 1:50,000 map we were able to compare the detail provided with my 1:25,000 OS. Suffice to say I'll be sticking with the more detailed version. Even then the tracks on the ground are mostly not reflected on the OS map. Get used to reading the ground and the lie of the land ahead as you move forwards. This is where my winter New Forest bogland walks come in very useful.
The valley around Amicombe Brook was quite challenging, and the crossing of Amicombe Hill itself difficult at times. Whilst not the worst land I've ever crossed it required a fair degree of concentration and will power. Definitely an area which saps the energy out of the legs with the incessant high stepping gait and regular direction changing required to make any reasonable progress onwards. Sunday morning my legs definitely felt like I'd walked much further than the eleven miles recorded.
Lessons learnt, Tips & Tricks:
Gear:
The North Face Hedgehogs turned out to be a liability. Dried out they will remain useful as street shoes, but a new pair will be on order presently. A difficult decision not to ditch them at Nodden Gate and save the dead weight. But you know what its like with that special and oh so faithful piece of gear. They've had a long life but fool on me for not heeding the warning signs of their imminent demise earlier in the month.
Food:
An opportunity to test the
JH Mash against the Asda version. Mine was full of taste, quantity and quality. The ASDA version - rubbish. Definitely worth playing around with some alternative mixes to expand the range, but basically a very quick and easy way to prep cheap instant food. (Orders are being taken BTW -lol)
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Sunday
An intentional early start with family duties requiring my presence back home in the afternoon. Not to mention my near pathological disgust of travelling the A35 on a Sunday during holiday season. A major trunk road? More like a caravan park at times, and lethal when the Sunday lunchers come out to for a gentle drive. No siree - this man had places to be and stuck behind day trippers was not in the plan.
So it was a quiet byee to those already moving, including Mick and Gayle, another early starter. Or so I thought until their later report proved my so-called early stirring to me a lie-in compared to their unfortunate overnight experiences. But hopefully those stunning early morning views were some mitigation Gayle. The sort of panoramas we dream of seeing; But are usually still busily dreaming instead.
(Nodden Gate camp-up aka it might be a crappy camera but it does movies 'innit)
Typically the day was brilliant sunshine as I followed the east bank of the stream northwards. Rewarded a few hundred metres later with the sight of a fox crossing my path apparently unperturbed as he disappeared into the lush ground cover flushing up a pheasant in the process.
Picking one of the numerous narrow tracks upwards onto the ridge I found myself on a clear track moving westwards of Great Nodden with a clear view of the land to the east of Dartmoor, my company for the next hour or so. The wind still playfully present, but on the whole A Good Day.
Eventually the track started its steady descent towards Sourton Tors and the path crossing (GR 546 896) Swinging right the view before was similarly beckoning. The high ground of Dartmoor on the right, the aerial on top of Yes Tor, a previous wildcamp spot, clearly visible today. Ahead my destination peeking cheekily between the gap in the hills.
(Meldon Reservoir & Okehampton in the distance)
Down now, the gradient becoming steeper as I followed the foot of Corn Ridge making my way back to where it had all started on Friday, with a spirited stomp back to the car, and the pleasures of the WC beckoning.
(Friday night's campsite. Sans rain clouds)
The final leg of the route alongside the resy, now very familiar, giving me the chance to fiddle with my GPS's tricks, which showed my moving average speed over that section was 3.7 mph. Just goes to show what a few days walking can do for fitness once the eye is tuned to the terrain, the body warmed up, and the feet raring to go.
But all too soon it was back in the car and on the road back heading towards Durzet.
A good weekend. A further reminder, if one was needed, of the wild land Dartmoor has to offer; That chance of solitude so easily achievable; And the easy fellowship that exists amongst my fellow Bloggers.
Later that afternoon, during a break in family festivities, I spotted a post from Alan Sloman posted earlier, via the wonders of modern technical wizardry (for as we all know, Alan is quite a Boffin, hence his nickname 'Merlin -Wizard of the Valves. Ahem)
My body may have been basking in the hot sunshine, meat on the BBQ, and a beer in hand; But my mind was back there on the moor, my spirit camped out high amongst the Dartmoor hills.
An early return is required, methinks.Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Monday, July 21
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Saturday
I awoke early Saturday, but obviously not early enough as most of the others appeared to have beat me up. With the previous evening's rain and wind Darren had narrowly avoided taking an early bath, without leaving his sleeping bag as the water found its usual path downhill via his pitch. And that could have been any of us to be honest. Luckily his choice of Hex (3?)tent and bivvy bag meant his morning ablution was still a matter of choice, rather than unexpected enforcement.
No tarps on this trip matey, not even for Geoff or Darren. Very sensible.
Mick & Gayle ably demonstrated one outcome of their 84 days on LeJoG as they worked in unison to smoothly pack away their gear, with nary a cross word or question. Last time I tried that with my partner I had to hide all sharp poky things from the vicinity. Impressive M&G.
As others followed suit I ditched the idea of a "holiday" and started to packed away the brew kit. The weather, as expected, was wet. Not necessarily raining. Yet. But a day of on/off showers was going to be the best we could hope for.
We remnants of the True Holiday Makers started the walk up the western bank of the West Okement River, oohing and ahhing at all the damned fine wildcamping spots for the future. Ones less likely to act as a catchment area for pooling as had the one on the night before. We even came across a tent with its occupants still ensconced. Now that's Proper Holiday Stuff.
Geoff and myself left Duncan, Darren, and his friend Martin to head up towards Black Tor whilst we moved on up the valley. I’d had this route in mind since I first spotted it a couple of years ago, keen to see just how far south it went and the quality of the track. Quite good as it turned out until the inevitable bog and flooded land forced a detour onto the western slopes and up to Lints Tor (GR 580 875) aka The Sphinx
(Lints Tor)
On then to contour around Great Kneeset and its smaller relation, Little Kneeset before the trudge across the increasingly common bog/stream/bog crossing up to Fur Tor (GR 587 830)
(Army tent city high on Black Ridge?)
This is the most remote of the Dartmoor Tors. Remembering the trudge up to it I’d certainly concur. But on a good day, with drier conditions underfoot great day out for a circular walk from Okehampton/Meldon Reservoir, with a choice of lowland one way and return across the tops to Yes Tor. However with low cloud and heavy rain definitely more of a challenge and only for those with good map and compass skills.
(A view from Fur Tor)
The sight of the distinctive Postbridge aerial in the distance meant a welcome chance to finally get a reasonable mobile phone signal and report 'Alls Ok' back home (Sun & T-shirt weather I was told. Hmmm. Super)
Sheltered from the ever present wind whilst taking our lunch the sun broke through the clouds. And promptly disappeared again as the wind sheered around and our haven became yet another pocket of gusts. So far we'd only been walking for a couple of hours and based on my recent Dartmoor experience during my previous trip I felt the ground, though wet, to be easy enough to move over given an acceptance that tracks had to be spotted as we went, and most footsteps were inevitably soon followed by one that would splashed.
We were wearing our waterproof jackets, more to keep out the chilly wind than rain. With the day being lights showers you just get to a point where the damned waterproof is left on really. But except for a brief trial with the leggings it was never bad enough to get us wetter than we already were, or ruin the views. And what views they were as we could look back down the valley tracing the route we had travelled already.
Crunch time. With our evening's meet-up fixed Geoff and myself debated the remainder of the route. Looking over the valley floor to the Tors on the western skyline the choice was mapped out below. Take the high, but long route? Or Go For It cutting across the valley floor?
The latter won out. Oh what poor misguided fools! In hindsight it was definitely land I wouldn’t choose to walk over again having done it the once. With the heavy rain of the day before crossing Amicombe Brook made life "interesting" (Aren’t brooks supposed to be piddly little water courses with kids sailing paper boats?) This one must have taken twenty minutes or so before we found a suitable crossing place due to the waters flow and depth. And then only by a spirited jump across into the reed bed on the far bank. With the inevitable splash and giggle as a couple of steps later we were reminded just why reed beds grow near/in water.
By now we were both getting the feel of the land we were travelling across, and the inevitable splash and mud was little more than an inevitability of our route. Even the times when the sphagnum beneath our feet seemed to sink and then ripple away before us gave little real concern. Solo I’d have probably have been a little more cautious about the route, but our joint experience level, and realistic expectation of the ground meant as a duo we could be a little more exploratory on this occasion. And to be honest it was fun honing those essential broken ground skills. From my experience of Dartmoor this was as bad as it was likely to get, so bring it on (but hey - I had spare dry socks!)
The next couple of hours were a trudge across the open moorland contouring Amicombe Hill heading towards the seemingly ever distant Green Tor. Normally I find that if the goal is in sight then movement towards feels quite rapid. But not today. We'd find sheep and cattle tracks, or an occasional paths made by a farmer's ATC, only for them to peter out within a few hundred metres. And that was the good stuff. Mostly it was a case of reading the ground ahead, and sticking to the 340 degree bearing. A task which we managed with magnificent aplomb (But god did it get monotonous after a while) Even the sight of a lizard scuttling for cover (me) or a frog (Geoff) did little to break up the trudge. Breaking out the Biltong at least meant our minds had something else to cope with, as the fibrous meat, tasty as it was, was left lodged in the gaps between the teeth. Something else to think about amongst the occasional splashes.
(Bleak House)
Finally we were near enough to the Tor and with some casting about we picked up the mine track heading down towards Nodden Gate, the pitch for the night.
But not without one reminder of the real danger of Dartmoor.
We'd both stepped in various boggy matter, usually just the one leg to the calf; Or knee at worst. But descending a small slope into the old mine workings below Bleak House (560 863) my right foot slipped into a hole and I once again found myself sitting down. But one difference. No mud or bog around me, virtually a dry slope with evidence of a good and well used path. I waggled my foot experimentally to find purchase and raise myself. But there was nothing underneath it except empty space.
Something to laugh about at the time as I gingerly pulled myself back from the gap, but a warning that whilst the open moorland may feel a difficult place at times it’s the apparently safe paths amongst the old mine workings where the true danger lies.
But this apart the journey downhill was a simple descent with fine views all around. A final manly stride through the ford (well I was past caring by now and the boots needed cleaning) where we found ourselves to be the last to arrive, the others having (mostly) opted for shorter routes.
A chance to meet up with fellow Dorset Backpackers Club member, John Yale (Hi John), on his own solo wildcamping trip. And shortly after Fossil Buff (aka FB) of Outdoors Magic fame(?), and his mate (another Martin I think)
FB didn’t get a hugely enthusiastic welcome from me initially, on account of a potentially over enthusiastic greeting from one of his dog brace as I dangled over the stream carefully removing contact lenses. But with that chore safely away, and the evening meal complete, we walked the short distance down to the Fox and Hounds at Bridestowe. Great beer. Great food. (Although Mick may yet have something to say about that considering his unexpected illness later that night) But especially great company as we bloggers et al set the world to rights.
Well OK Alan Sloman talked and we tried to butt in occasionally when ever he stopped for a sip of beer(lol) And thanks to those who plied me with free ale for an exceptionally cheap evening.
An early night after a tiring but enjoyable day. that's the south, north and west borders of Dartmoor all traversed in a month.
Undoubtedly there's gold in them thar Dartmoor hills. At least for us wildcampers who appreciate real solitude away from the crowds.
Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Friday
What was to have been a leisurely journey across the south coast during Friday turned into a stew of holiday traffic, with a couple of tractors thrown in to salt the recipe. The weather, as if in cahoots with the road tribulations turned its face away from the earlier sunshine and blue skies. No surprise then that my eventual arrival at Meldon Reservoir just south of Okehampton was met with a torrential downpour.
(Looking up Meldon Reservoir)
Naturally, all taken in stride for this seasoned 'packer. I sat in the car and waited. A pleasant half hour was spent checking the map; Changing into boots; And waiting for the rain to cease and the sky to turn blue;
(And that's what makes it a reservoir and not a puddle)
I'd probably be there still if I expected that sort of climatic epiphany last Friday. Wet? There was a huddle of ducks near the car park complaining about the conditions underfoot. Or should that be webbed feet?
Familiar with the route to the well known wildcamp spot at the southern end of the water (GR 555 907) I was able to spend the short walk along the resy taking a look around with no particular urgency in mind. But once on site getting the tent up quickly was order of the day. First brew on before 3 p.m. Result.
(Hey look - that litle green tent over there is mine!)
In between the showers I unwisely opted to slip off the Scarpa boots for my camp/travel footwear - North Face XCR Hedgehogs. I'd been considering their replacement earlier in the month, but other things had intervened.
Well that was tempting fate. As I explored the banks of the stream cascading (deluging) down from Black-a-Tor Copse I realised two things.
Firstly, back at the camp spot, a couple of my fellow bloggers (Alan and Martin) had just arrived. They were eyeing my open and apparently deserted Akto. Possibly wondering whether the Beast of Bodmin was holidaying in the area?
It was then my brain received the message that my feet were damp. I don't do wet feet - too many years of motorcyling trips. But the gore tex liner had chosen this point to throw in the towel, just as my feet squelched over water sodden ground. Farewell then Hedgehogs faithful companion for the last eighteen months, and to be replaced with the same again - what higher praise is there than that?
Mulling over a change of footwear I considered the ground around me (wet, very wet, or sodden) and opted to keep my dry stuff for the morrow and live with things for that evening. Quite how the Innov8 afficionados get on with having their feet in this state ALL the time is beyond me (lol); and perhaps the weekend on Dartmoor may have them thinking the same?
My compadres suitably set-up, next to arrived was Geoff, dapper as ever and cunningly disguised as Mary Poppins to fool the rain clouds (see yesterday's pix) An unsuccessful attempt as it turned out. Nice try Geoff.
Then Mick and Gayle, (although that should really be Gayle and Mick surely as she does most of the blogging?)
Finally, around 9pm, when I'd retired to my sleeping bag, the one dry spot that I could think of amongst the incessant rain, Darren, Duncan and Martin arrived to complete this week's Blogger crowd.
Or so we thought...
(A sunny day in paradise)Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Sunday, July 20
Dartmoor Trip
A taste of things over the past few days..... more to come soon
Where the water is supposed to be, instead of where it insisted on being on the Friday!
Geoff making us all feel somewhat sartorially challenged. Or is it Nick Crane? Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 19
Fox n Hounds nr Nodden Gate
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Yes Gayle - I can drink and blog at the same time!
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
Labels: E-Petition-Wildcamping, TGO Challenge, UK Outdoors Blogger
Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
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Sun's out.
Those pesky chores all done.
Belly full........well for the next half an hour or so.
So what else is a Blogger to do, out on safari?
Darren, zen like in his study of relaxation techniques. Hard at work.
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Heads up - a new UK Outdoor Blog: Backpackbrewer’s Outdoor Blog
"Mostly, but not exclusively, a blog about the outdoors…..mostly"Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, September 6
Buy the ticket, take the ride
Walking in the rain.
A lot of rain.
From the feel of it, rain meant for someone else as well. Perhaps a few extra clouds diverted by Met Office scientists as a subtle retaliation? A penance for decrying the dumbed down CGI that passes for a TV Weather Forecast these days. Ah but down that path lies paranoia, so lets turn off that track right now.
For naturally we outdoor folk are suitably equipped for these adverse conditions.
As I walk my M3 player feeds me the erudite tones of Steven Fry and his latest podcast (No. 5) A guilty pleasure in listening to his Anglo Saxon littered tirade against Compliance Men In Suits (Don’t you just get a snickering tingle when a cultured gent cuts loose - lol)
But a different feeling when he reflects on the description of those traps awaiting a regular weekly columnist with space to fill, and little to say. Mr Fry identifies two pitfalls.
Firstly - Nostalgia: Remember how it was all so much better; Secondly - Anger: This makes me so mad I will rant. And you will agree or fight me.
The sort of articles you may spot as you browse your weekend newspaper. Even identified, how simple a trap they may remain.
For me a lesson to absorb as I turn it to Blogging, my own media. Or more precisely the easy ability to simply Churn Out Stuff.
Something that I have on my mind at present following various interchanges on the use and abuse of this communication media, and a few practical examples of just how little effort an article can be created using cut, paste and a little personalisation.
I’d add a couple more pratfalls of my own.
Comment: This is what I think about that report/news/action; Googlese: Look what I've found, lets all go and look.
Commonly these cosy up together in the same piece, feeding off each others lack of originality.
So easy to trip. 'Tis but a short fall, without any noticeable impact. Then taken over a period of time it becomes an all too comfortable existence.
Look - I'm doing it now. A reference to something I found, that entertained, and is being followed up with a commentary.
In mitigation it's my explanation of the catalyst behind my thought process. Being only too aware that my logic can go from Here to There too rapidly at times for others to catch the references that link the path of logical thought. Well logical to me at least.
With me so far? For its time to sharply veer away now.
Blogging is rather too comfortable.
There I've said it out loud.
But before you dash off to the Comment Box for one of those Mr Angry moments let me qualify that this is a reflection only of my own site & content.
Shock! Horror! Has old Johnny succumbed to water on the brain and started to lose it?
Let's try to explain. Many of the articles on here I personally find less than satisfactory when looking back over them sometime later. Don’t get me wrong. If it was simply crap writing, or was becoming a chore, I’d stop.
It's just that all too often I find this site has become a conduit for another's thought, observation or experience. Something down to me as editor, proof reader and senior writer to control of course.
As a public service, be it identifying outdoor information or bring some entertainment value, I trust it provides something positive. That part I'm relatively happy with.
But as for the rest, that's not enough. It's never been the main urge that keeps me hunched over this clacking keyboard for far too many hours each week; Reading, researching, thinking and finally, for some items, putting it down for you to browse over for a few minutes before skipping on elsewhere.
(Stick with me here folks - that wasn't a suggestion!)
I believe that this site has delivered much since it first sidled onto the net.
FAQ information for backpacking newbies & tips for the more experienced. Routes and travel suggestions to fan the flickering impulse to visit new areas. At times crusading, not just the Legalise Wild Camping Campaign, but also in support of the Mountain Rescue Teams & other backpackers personal challenges. Even kit reports occasionally, where the gear is something that interests me.
And always a medium for interchange of ideas and a mutual exchange of experiences.
Still most of this stuff can be found elsewhere on the web. Done better. Done in more detail. Or just done more regularly.
Back in January I tried to draw a line, to summarise what makes this pleasurable for me, and sufficiently different for you to return for more of the same.
My line in the sand. To step beyond the well established safety zone of trite conventionality. To offer material that provokes in others a recognition of something deeper than the nuts & bolts elements of what we do outdoors. To quote myself (another trap?)
"to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfilment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place"
A tough gig maybe, but one that gives me that special buzz when it works.
Perhaps the above wittering comes across as a ramble or disjointed tirade. Maybe even an indication of failure (which I don’t accept BTW)
But as the rain continues to fall, and Stephen Fry concludes his podcast, you may spot mine host. Alone in a sodden maize field, save for a confused collie dog, watching as his master mentally kicks himself for having been snagged by the biggest trap of all.
Complacency.
Time to regroup and hire myself a new editor here at JH Towers.
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Saturday, July 26
Blog - Birthday, Backpacking & Belief
Back in 2006, as I was part way through my usual Summer pattern of wildcamping and backpacking forays, something sparked me up to start this blog, in an attempt to express this feeling somewhere deep inside of myself.
On the second anniversary of this Blog I reread that first post to see if my thoughts had shifted in the two years since it started.
That deep driving force remains true, but there has also been some positive changes as a result of that decision take two years ago. And an indirect fall-out, the sense of enforced responsibility with a slow realisation that what appears on here may possibly influence others, dependant on what message they chose to take away from their visit.
Originally the Blog was a way to supplement my usual walking diaries, that I still keep, but to embellish the short handwritten notes with photos and reference links.
My pile of diaries, scribbled in small notebooks in the tent each evening with a stub of a pencil, provided route details, places enjoyed, ideas for future trips, and pitches noted along the way, to return to maybe. Most importantly it left little factually based reminders to myself for the future. Kit to try out, modify or discard. Different ideas or approaches to help improve what I enjoy doing. Especially potential wildcamp spots to follow up (Even now I seem to spend a walk, whatever the location, automatically mentally noting potential sites)
At the time UK based blogs were few and far between, and certainly in single figures. There were a number of walking websites, but with the exception of Backpacking In Britain few related to my specialised interest. Or suitable for a two way communication of interests and ideas.
I felt I had some experiences of my own way to offer, after a number of years of basically learning mostly by personal trial and error. This had been supplemented by the occasional group "camp out" in the wilds, soon abandoned as I quickly realised that the general 'walker' in my geographical location just didn't get "It". That kick deep inside I still get on waking up in a lonely wildcamp location; A day's walk ahead; Carrying my essential amenities on my back. To see things few others know exist. And to survive, nay prosper, in the basic natural environment that can at times be downright hostile and dangerous. Nature & the Outdoors away from the cities. My version of Real Life.
My only source of new ideas and challenges came via digging into the few backpacking books available relating to the UK itself, and keeping an eye on the outdoor magazines.
For whilst those in the traditional outdoor pursuit areas such as the Lakes, or Peak District, may take their introduction and education to the Great Outdoors in their stride, those of us outside these localities don't have that benefit. Finding like minded people, or even places, to follow this calling were rare.
I also understood, and still do, that experience only become wisdom by listening to others, learning from my own trial, and applying the particular lesson in a way that works best for me.
If my site statistics are to be believed, two years on this blog has had over 34,000 visitors. Each day around hundred new people arrive to look over it, some stay, many move on, but a hard core of repeat visitors return again and again, and join in to share their own experiences, comment on my own, or offer some alternative thoughts.
And at each Blog anniversary I'm surprised to find that these numbers keep increasing by around a 50% increase each year (At this rate if I keep this up until I'm 102 I'll have most of the English reading world on here!)
But the stats, as those involved in this Blogging malarkey know only too well, are of comparative value only. Its not about the numbers, but about the bridges built between those sharing a love of the outdoors, or seeking to explore it further.
Without meaning to sound boastful it may be safe to say that without Blogs like this, alongside those early established trail blazers & later arrivals in early in 2007, the outdoor scene would have been slightly different.
- No UK Outdoor Blogger Association to support and advise those interested in the Blog as a way of expressing their own take on the UK Outdoor walking and wildcamping scene.
- No coming together of people from across the UK and beyond for regular meet-ups & wildcamps.
- No forming of long term friendships between people who otherwise were unlikely to ever meet.
- No Wild Camping E-Petition Campaign to explore the associated issues for those who were similarly motivated for change.
- And especially no chance for some of us to step outside our personal small insular areas, a circumstance of geography and community. To learn from others, and to teach. To consider different ways, and to adapt our own individual style.
Now that's not being arrogant. At least its not my intention. Call it a personal view, a personal history if you like, of progress during the last two years.
And all a somewhat divergent preamble to the point of my reflections.
Magazines, on-line forums, Blogs and Podcasts share one basic theme. Communication. Mostly a consideration of how we may approach what we do, the kit used, and the methodology concerned.
But for you, the reader or listener on the receiving end, it isn't meant to be a proscriptive set of rules but a never ending discussion of the tools and our use to follow the pursuits that we have chosen. And sometimes that point can be missed amongst all the shiny kit reviews and latest trends.
Whether its ultralight tarp and trail shoe, 80 litre pack and two man canvas tent, or the latest/best/alternative/traditional bit of kit or area ........ it all comes down to one thing which Monty Python put so succinctly:
"Brian: Please, please, please listen! I've got one or two things to say.
Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them!
Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong! You don't NEED to follow ME, You don't NEED to follow ANYBODY! You've got to think for your selves! You're ALL individuals!
Crowd: Yes! We're all individuals!
Brian: You're all different!
Crowd: Yes, we ARE all different!
Man in crowd: I'm not...
Crowd: Sch!"
Don't be the Man in the Crowd folks. Or should that be do- confusing. Anyway - soak it all up. Try it out in safety. Take what works. Discard what doesn't. But most of all experiment whilst aware of your own skill and experience levels, and learn from whats available adapting it for what works for you.
Backpacking and wild camping will never be a 'trendy' pursuit amongst the public at large. It tends to attract those with a more individualist streak, possibly even the downright weird at times (names provided for a 'small' handling charge -lol) But its that self driven element that is part of what makes it so satisfying.
Possibly the very worst sort of people to be told what to do. But the most able, I find, to weigh up the good alongside the bad and safely find their own unique path to get more out those special places we visit all too rarely.
Yes. The writer now is not the same individual of two years ago. But one that today gets even more enjoyment, alongside an increasing number of like minded individuals, with benefits that long ago were not even considered.
Now after all that, time to blow out the birthday cake candles.
Phew!Labels: Backpacking Advice, blog media, books, E-Petition-Wildcamping, UK Outdoors Blogger, uk walking blog
Wednesday, July 23
New Blog: Walk Dartmoor
The influence of the UK Outdoor Bloggers 'On Tour' strikes again? Well possibly.
We're a bit like chicken pox. Itchy. Persistent at times. But inevitably something that stops you going sterile when you're older.
Err .....that analogy doesn't seem to have worked out quite as I expected.
Anyway, a casual chat over a pint Saturday night; Some initial playing around with website layouts; And .......Voila.........Another Blog appears.
This time hewn from the primordial Dartmoor bogland. No doubt formed from mud, sphagnum moss...and one or two other things perhaps.
Shamus, for those who know his alter ego on Outdoors Magic talks a fair amount of sense; Knows how to place his tongue firmly into cheek when mood takes; And like most of us will undoubtedly succumb to drivel when backed into the bottom of yet another empty pint glass.
But he's also a man at one with Dartmoor's wilderness, and after talking with him it's clear the place has got under his skin. Understandable IMHO. If his knowledge of the area can be shared via his Blog then that will be a real benefit to those reading it.
Walk Dartmoor - "I am all too aware that I spend so much time running, hiking, teaching navigation and wild camping on Dartmoor that I ought to share it in some way. I enjoy photographing the moor and reading about the prehistoric people of Dartmoor; my ancestors I suppose! So I hope some of this may be of use to you"
Usually my blog recommendations are made after that difficult birthing period. But in this case I'm guessing Shamus is one of those people who will react well under pressure.
So check his Blog out and chip in any support you'd care to offer. And remember to very nice. He has a large dog with an affinity for picking up skulls.
Don't say you weren't warned.
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Tuesday, July 22
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Wash-Up
The Stats:
Day 1: To Meldon Reservoir;
Distance - 1.25 mile;
Day 2: Black-a-Tor Copse-LINTS TOR-GT & Little Kneeset-Fur Tor-Sandy Ford-Amicombe Hill-Green Tor-Nodden Gate;
Distance - 11.3 mile (18.08 km); Ascent - 847m; Average Speed - 2.4 mph
Day 3: Nodden Gate-Great Nodden-Sourton Tors-Meldon Reservoir car park;
Distance - 5.87 mile; Average Speed - 3.3 mph (edited post comment - thanks Gayle)
TOTAL: Well who cares?
Summing Up:
I've already said most of it summing up my last trip Suffice to say track finding on Dartmoor can be 'interesting' at times, and definitely not for those who worry about mud or boggy areas.
Map and compass work is a given, whatever the weather.
As Geoff used a 1:50,000 map we were able to compare the detail provided with my 1:25,000 OS. Suffice to say I'll be sticking with the more detailed version. Even then the tracks on the ground are mostly not reflected on the OS map. Get used to reading the ground and the lie of the land ahead as you move forwards. This is where my winter New Forest bogland walks come in very useful.
The valley around Amicombe Brook was quite challenging, and the crossing of Amicombe Hill itself difficult at times. Whilst not the worst land I've ever crossed it required a fair degree of concentration and will power. Definitely an area which saps the energy out of the legs with the incessant high stepping gait and regular direction changing required to make any reasonable progress onwards. Sunday morning my legs definitely felt like I'd walked much further than the eleven miles recorded.
Lessons learnt, Tips & Tricks:
Gear:
The North Face Hedgehogs turned out to be a liability. Dried out they will remain useful as street shoes, but a new pair will be on order presently. A difficult decision not to ditch them at Nodden Gate and save the dead weight. But you know what its like with that special and oh so faithful piece of gear. They've had a long life but fool on me for not heeding the warning signs of their imminent demise earlier in the month.
Food:
An opportunity to test the
JH Mash against the Asda version. Mine was full of taste, quantity and quality. The ASDA version - rubbish. Definitely worth playing around with some alternative mixes to expand the range, but basically a very quick and easy way to prep cheap instant food. (Orders are being taken BTW -lol)
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Sunday
An intentional early start with family duties requiring my presence back home in the afternoon. Not to mention my near pathological disgust of travelling the A35 on a Sunday during holiday season. A major trunk road? More like a caravan park at times, and lethal when the Sunday lunchers come out to for a gentle drive. No siree - this man had places to be and stuck behind day trippers was not in the plan.
So it was a quiet byee to those already moving, including Mick and Gayle, another early starter. Or so I thought until their later report proved my so-called early stirring to me a lie-in compared to their unfortunate overnight experiences. But hopefully those stunning early morning views were some mitigation Gayle. The sort of panoramas we dream of seeing; But are usually still busily dreaming instead.
(Nodden Gate camp-up aka it might be a crappy camera but it does movies 'innit)
Typically the day was brilliant sunshine as I followed the east bank of the stream northwards. Rewarded a few hundred metres later with the sight of a fox crossing my path apparently unperturbed as he disappeared into the lush ground cover flushing up a pheasant in the process.
Picking one of the numerous narrow tracks upwards onto the ridge I found myself on a clear track moving westwards of Great Nodden with a clear view of the land to the east of Dartmoor, my company for the next hour or so. The wind still playfully present, but on the whole A Good Day.
Eventually the track started its steady descent towards Sourton Tors and the path crossing (GR 546 896) Swinging right the view before was similarly beckoning. The high ground of Dartmoor on the right, the aerial on top of Yes Tor, a previous wildcamp spot, clearly visible today. Ahead my destination peeking cheekily between the gap in the hills.
(Meldon Reservoir & Okehampton in the distance)
Down now, the gradient becoming steeper as I followed the foot of Corn Ridge making my way back to where it had all started on Friday, with a spirited stomp back to the car, and the pleasures of the WC beckoning.
(Friday night's campsite. Sans rain clouds)
The final leg of the route alongside the resy, now very familiar, giving me the chance to fiddle with my GPS's tricks, which showed my moving average speed over that section was 3.7 mph. Just goes to show what a few days walking can do for fitness once the eye is tuned to the terrain, the body warmed up, and the feet raring to go.
But all too soon it was back in the car and on the road back heading towards Durzet.
A good weekend. A further reminder, if one was needed, of the wild land Dartmoor has to offer; That chance of solitude so easily achievable; And the easy fellowship that exists amongst my fellow Bloggers.
Later that afternoon, during a break in family festivities, I spotted a post from Alan Sloman posted earlier, via the wonders of modern technical wizardry (for as we all know, Alan is quite a Boffin, hence his nickname 'Merlin -Wizard of the Valves. Ahem)
My body may have been basking in the hot sunshine, meat on the BBQ, and a beer in hand; But my mind was back there on the moor, my spirit camped out high amongst the Dartmoor hills.
An early return is required, methinks.Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Monday, July 21
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Saturday
I awoke early Saturday, but obviously not early enough as most of the others appeared to have beat me up. With the previous evening's rain and wind Darren had narrowly avoided taking an early bath, without leaving his sleeping bag as the water found its usual path downhill via his pitch. And that could have been any of us to be honest. Luckily his choice of Hex (3?)tent and bivvy bag meant his morning ablution was still a matter of choice, rather than unexpected enforcement.
No tarps on this trip matey, not even for Geoff or Darren. Very sensible.
Mick & Gayle ably demonstrated one outcome of their 84 days on LeJoG as they worked in unison to smoothly pack away their gear, with nary a cross word or question. Last time I tried that with my partner I had to hide all sharp poky things from the vicinity. Impressive M&G.
As others followed suit I ditched the idea of a "holiday" and started to packed away the brew kit. The weather, as expected, was wet. Not necessarily raining. Yet. But a day of on/off showers was going to be the best we could hope for.
We remnants of the True Holiday Makers started the walk up the western bank of the West Okement River, oohing and ahhing at all the damned fine wildcamping spots for the future. Ones less likely to act as a catchment area for pooling as had the one on the night before. We even came across a tent with its occupants still ensconced. Now that's Proper Holiday Stuff.
Geoff and myself left Duncan, Darren, and his friend Martin to head up towards Black Tor whilst we moved on up the valley. I’d had this route in mind since I first spotted it a couple of years ago, keen to see just how far south it went and the quality of the track. Quite good as it turned out until the inevitable bog and flooded land forced a detour onto the western slopes and up to Lints Tor (GR 580 875) aka The Sphinx
(Lints Tor)
On then to contour around Great Kneeset and its smaller relation, Little Kneeset before the trudge across the increasingly common bog/stream/bog crossing up to Fur Tor (GR 587 830)
(Army tent city high on Black Ridge?)
This is the most remote of the Dartmoor Tors. Remembering the trudge up to it I’d certainly concur. But on a good day, with drier conditions underfoot great day out for a circular walk from Okehampton/Meldon Reservoir, with a choice of lowland one way and return across the tops to Yes Tor. However with low cloud and heavy rain definitely more of a challenge and only for those with good map and compass skills.
(A view from Fur Tor)
The sight of the distinctive Postbridge aerial in the distance meant a welcome chance to finally get a reasonable mobile phone signal and report 'Alls Ok' back home (Sun & T-shirt weather I was told. Hmmm. Super)
Sheltered from the ever present wind whilst taking our lunch the sun broke through the clouds. And promptly disappeared again as the wind sheered around and our haven became yet another pocket of gusts. So far we'd only been walking for a couple of hours and based on my recent Dartmoor experience during my previous trip I felt the ground, though wet, to be easy enough to move over given an acceptance that tracks had to be spotted as we went, and most footsteps were inevitably soon followed by one that would splashed.
We were wearing our waterproof jackets, more to keep out the chilly wind than rain. With the day being lights showers you just get to a point where the damned waterproof is left on really. But except for a brief trial with the leggings it was never bad enough to get us wetter than we already were, or ruin the views. And what views they were as we could look back down the valley tracing the route we had travelled already.
Crunch time. With our evening's meet-up fixed Geoff and myself debated the remainder of the route. Looking over the valley floor to the Tors on the western skyline the choice was mapped out below. Take the high, but long route? Or Go For It cutting across the valley floor?
The latter won out. Oh what poor misguided fools! In hindsight it was definitely land I wouldn’t choose to walk over again having done it the once. With the heavy rain of the day before crossing Amicombe Brook made life "interesting" (Aren’t brooks supposed to be piddly little water courses with kids sailing paper boats?) This one must have taken twenty minutes or so before we found a suitable crossing place due to the waters flow and depth. And then only by a spirited jump across into the reed bed on the far bank. With the inevitable splash and giggle as a couple of steps later we were reminded just why reed beds grow near/in water.
By now we were both getting the feel of the land we were travelling across, and the inevitable splash and mud was little more than an inevitability of our route. Even the times when the sphagnum beneath our feet seemed to sink and then ripple away before us gave little real concern. Solo I’d have probably have been a little more cautious about the route, but our joint experience level, and realistic expectation of the ground meant as a duo we could be a little more exploratory on this occasion. And to be honest it was fun honing those essential broken ground skills. From my experience of Dartmoor this was as bad as it was likely to get, so bring it on (but hey - I had spare dry socks!)
The next couple of hours were a trudge across the open moorland contouring Amicombe Hill heading towards the seemingly ever distant Green Tor. Normally I find that if the goal is in sight then movement towards feels quite rapid. But not today. We'd find sheep and cattle tracks, or an occasional paths made by a farmer's ATC, only for them to peter out within a few hundred metres. And that was the good stuff. Mostly it was a case of reading the ground ahead, and sticking to the 340 degree bearing. A task which we managed with magnificent aplomb (But god did it get monotonous after a while) Even the sight of a lizard scuttling for cover (me) or a frog (Geoff) did little to break up the trudge. Breaking out the Biltong at least meant our minds had something else to cope with, as the fibrous meat, tasty as it was, was left lodged in the gaps between the teeth. Something else to think about amongst the occasional splashes.
(Bleak House)
Finally we were near enough to the Tor and with some casting about we picked up the mine track heading down towards Nodden Gate, the pitch for the night.
But not without one reminder of the real danger of Dartmoor.
We'd both stepped in various boggy matter, usually just the one leg to the calf; Or knee at worst. But descending a small slope into the old mine workings below Bleak House (560 863) my right foot slipped into a hole and I once again found myself sitting down. But one difference. No mud or bog around me, virtually a dry slope with evidence of a good and well used path. I waggled my foot experimentally to find purchase and raise myself. But there was nothing underneath it except empty space.
Something to laugh about at the time as I gingerly pulled myself back from the gap, but a warning that whilst the open moorland may feel a difficult place at times it’s the apparently safe paths amongst the old mine workings where the true danger lies.
But this apart the journey downhill was a simple descent with fine views all around. A final manly stride through the ford (well I was past caring by now and the boots needed cleaning) where we found ourselves to be the last to arrive, the others having (mostly) opted for shorter routes.
A chance to meet up with fellow Dorset Backpackers Club member, John Yale (Hi John), on his own solo wildcamping trip. And shortly after Fossil Buff (aka FB) of Outdoors Magic fame(?), and his mate (another Martin I think)
FB didn’t get a hugely enthusiastic welcome from me initially, on account of a potentially over enthusiastic greeting from one of his dog brace as I dangled over the stream carefully removing contact lenses. But with that chore safely away, and the evening meal complete, we walked the short distance down to the Fox and Hounds at Bridestowe. Great beer. Great food. (Although Mick may yet have something to say about that considering his unexpected illness later that night) But especially great company as we bloggers et al set the world to rights.
Well OK Alan Sloman talked and we tried to butt in occasionally when ever he stopped for a sip of beer(lol) And thanks to those who plied me with free ale for an exceptionally cheap evening.
An early night after a tiring but enjoyable day. that's the south, north and west borders of Dartmoor all traversed in a month.
Undoubtedly there's gold in them thar Dartmoor hills. At least for us wildcampers who appreciate real solitude away from the crowds.
Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Friday
What was to have been a leisurely journey across the south coast during Friday turned into a stew of holiday traffic, with a couple of tractors thrown in to salt the recipe. The weather, as if in cahoots with the road tribulations turned its face away from the earlier sunshine and blue skies. No surprise then that my eventual arrival at Meldon Reservoir just south of Okehampton was met with a torrential downpour.
(Looking up Meldon Reservoir)
Naturally, all taken in stride for this seasoned 'packer. I sat in the car and waited. A pleasant half hour was spent checking the map; Changing into boots; And waiting for the rain to cease and the sky to turn blue;
(And that's what makes it a reservoir and not a puddle)
I'd probably be there still if I expected that sort of climatic epiphany last Friday. Wet? There was a huddle of ducks near the car park complaining about the conditions underfoot. Or should that be webbed feet?
Familiar with the route to the well known wildcamp spot at the southern end of the water (GR 555 907) I was able to spend the short walk along the resy taking a look around with no particular urgency in mind. But once on site getting the tent up quickly was order of the day. First brew on before 3 p.m. Result.
(Hey look - that litle green tent over there is mine!)
In between the showers I unwisely opted to slip off the Scarpa boots for my camp/travel footwear - North Face XCR Hedgehogs. I'd been considering their replacement earlier in the month, but other things had intervened.
Well that was tempting fate. As I explored the banks of the stream cascading (deluging) down from Black-a-Tor Copse I realised two things.
Firstly, back at the camp spot, a couple of my fellow bloggers (Alan and Martin) had just arrived. They were eyeing my open and apparently deserted Akto. Possibly wondering whether the Beast of Bodmin was holidaying in the area?
It was then my brain received the message that my feet were damp. I don't do wet feet - too many years of motorcyling trips. But the gore tex liner had chosen this point to throw in the towel, just as my feet squelched over water sodden ground. Farewell then Hedgehogs faithful companion for the last eighteen months, and to be replaced with the same again - what higher praise is there than that?
Mulling over a change of footwear I considered the ground around me (wet, very wet, or sodden) and opted to keep my dry stuff for the morrow and live with things for that evening. Quite how the Innov8 afficionados get on with having their feet in this state ALL the time is beyond me (lol); and perhaps the weekend on Dartmoor may have them thinking the same?
My compadres suitably set-up, next to arrived was Geoff, dapper as ever and cunningly disguised as Mary Poppins to fool the rain clouds (see yesterday's pix) An unsuccessful attempt as it turned out. Nice try Geoff.
Then Mick and Gayle, (although that should really be Gayle and Mick surely as she does most of the blogging?)
Finally, around 9pm, when I'd retired to my sleeping bag, the one dry spot that I could think of amongst the incessant rain, Darren, Duncan and Martin arrived to complete this week's Blogger crowd.
Or so we thought...
(A sunny day in paradise)Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Sunday, July 20
Dartmoor Trip
A taste of things over the past few days..... more to come soon
Where the water is supposed to be, instead of where it insisted on being on the Friday!
Geoff making us all feel somewhat sartorially challenged. Or is it Nick Crane? Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 19
Fox n Hounds nr Nodden Gate
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Yes Gayle - I can drink and blog at the same time!
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
Labels: E-Petition-Wildcamping, TGO Challenge, UK Outdoors Blogger
Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
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Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
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Buy the ticket, take the ride
Walking in the rain.
A lot of rain.
From the feel of it, rain meant for someone else as well. Perhaps a few extra clouds diverted by Met Office scientists as a subtle retaliation? A penance for decrying the dumbed down CGI that passes for a TV Weather Forecast these days. Ah but down that path lies paranoia, so lets turn off that track right now.
For naturally we outdoor folk are suitably equipped for these adverse conditions.
As I walk my M3 player feeds me the erudite tones of Steven Fry and his latest podcast (No. 5) A guilty pleasure in listening to his Anglo Saxon littered tirade against Compliance Men In Suits (Don’t you just get a snickering tingle when a cultured gent cuts loose - lol)
But a different feeling when he reflects on the description of those traps awaiting a regular weekly columnist with space to fill, and little to say. Mr Fry identifies two pitfalls.
Firstly - Nostalgia: Remember how it was all so much better; Secondly - Anger: This makes me so mad I will rant. And you will agree or fight me.
The sort of articles you may spot as you browse your weekend newspaper. Even identified, how simple a trap they may remain.
For me a lesson to absorb as I turn it to Blogging, my own media. Or more precisely the easy ability to simply Churn Out Stuff.
Something that I have on my mind at present following various interchanges on the use and abuse of this communication media, and a few practical examples of just how little effort an article can be created using cut, paste and a little personalisation.
I’d add a couple more pratfalls of my own.
Comment: This is what I think about that report/news/action; Googlese: Look what I've found, lets all go and look.
Commonly these cosy up together in the same piece, feeding off each others lack of originality.
So easy to trip. 'Tis but a short fall, without any noticeable impact. Then taken over a period of time it becomes an all too comfortable existence.
Look - I'm doing it now. A reference to something I found, that entertained, and is being followed up with a commentary.
In mitigation it's my explanation of the catalyst behind my thought process. Being only too aware that my logic can go from Here to There too rapidly at times for others to catch the references that link the path of logical thought. Well logical to me at least.
With me so far? For its time to sharply veer away now.
Blogging is rather too comfortable.
There I've said it out loud.
But before you dash off to the Comment Box for one of those Mr Angry moments let me qualify that this is a reflection only of my own site & content.
Shock! Horror! Has old Johnny succumbed to water on the brain and started to lose it?
Let's try to explain. Many of the articles on here I personally find less than satisfactory when looking back over them sometime later. Don’t get me wrong. If it was simply crap writing, or was becoming a chore, I’d stop.
It's just that all too often I find this site has become a conduit for another's thought, observation or experience. Something down to me as editor, proof reader and senior writer to control of course.
As a public service, be it identifying outdoor information or bring some entertainment value, I trust it provides something positive. That part I'm relatively happy with.
But as for the rest, that's not enough. It's never been the main urge that keeps me hunched over this clacking keyboard for far too many hours each week; Reading, researching, thinking and finally, for some items, putting it down for you to browse over for a few minutes before skipping on elsewhere.
(Stick with me here folks - that wasn't a suggestion!)
I believe that this site has delivered much since it first sidled onto the net.
FAQ information for backpacking newbies & tips for the more experienced. Routes and travel suggestions to fan the flickering impulse to visit new areas. At times crusading, not just the Legalise Wild Camping Campaign, but also in support of the Mountain Rescue Teams & other backpackers personal challenges. Even kit reports occasionally, where the gear is something that interests me.
And always a medium for interchange of ideas and a mutual exchange of experiences.
Still most of this stuff can be found elsewhere on the web. Done better. Done in more detail. Or just done more regularly.
Back in January I tried to draw a line, to summarise what makes this pleasurable for me, and sufficiently different for you to return for more of the same.
My line in the sand. To step beyond the well established safety zone of trite conventionality. To offer material that provokes in others a recognition of something deeper than the nuts & bolts elements of what we do outdoors. To quote myself (another trap?)
"to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfilment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place"
A tough gig maybe, but one that gives me that special buzz when it works.
Perhaps the above wittering comes across as a ramble or disjointed tirade. Maybe even an indication of failure (which I don’t accept BTW)
But as the rain continues to fall, and Stephen Fry concludes his podcast, you may spot mine host. Alone in a sodden maize field, save for a confused collie dog, watching as his master mentally kicks himself for having been snagged by the biggest trap of all.
Complacency.
Time to regroup and hire myself a new editor here at JH Towers.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 26
Blog - Birthday, Backpacking & Belief
Back in 2006, as I was part way through my usual Summer pattern of wildcamping and backpacking forays, something sparked me up to start this blog, in an attempt to express this feeling somewhere deep inside of myself.
On the second anniversary of this Blog I reread that first post to see if my thoughts had shifted in the two years since it started.
That deep driving force remains true, but there has also been some positive changes as a result of that decision take two years ago. And an indirect fall-out, the sense of enforced responsibility with a slow realisation that what appears on here may possibly influence others, dependant on what message they chose to take away from their visit.
Originally the Blog was a way to supplement my usual walking diaries, that I still keep, but to embellish the short handwritten notes with photos and reference links.
My pile of diaries, scribbled in small notebooks in the tent each evening with a stub of a pencil, provided route details, places enjoyed, ideas for future trips, and pitches noted along the way, to return to maybe. Most importantly it left little factually based reminders to myself for the future. Kit to try out, modify or discard. Different ideas or approaches to help improve what I enjoy doing. Especially potential wildcamp spots to follow up (Even now I seem to spend a walk, whatever the location, automatically mentally noting potential sites)
At the time UK based blogs were few and far between, and certainly in single figures. There were a number of walking websites, but with the exception of Backpacking In Britain few related to my specialised interest. Or suitable for a two way communication of interests and ideas.
I felt I had some experiences of my own way to offer, after a number of years of basically learning mostly by personal trial and error. This had been supplemented by the occasional group "camp out" in the wilds, soon abandoned as I quickly realised that the general 'walker' in my geographical location just didn't get "It". That kick deep inside I still get on waking up in a lonely wildcamp location; A day's walk ahead; Carrying my essential amenities on my back. To see things few others know exist. And to survive, nay prosper, in the basic natural environment that can at times be downright hostile and dangerous. Nature & the Outdoors away from the cities. My version of Real Life.
My only source of new ideas and challenges came via digging into the few backpacking books available relating to the UK itself, and keeping an eye on the outdoor magazines.
For whilst those in the traditional outdoor pursuit areas such as the Lakes, or Peak District, may take their introduction and education to the Great Outdoors in their stride, those of us outside these localities don't have that benefit. Finding like minded people, or even places, to follow this calling were rare.
I also understood, and still do, that experience only become wisdom by listening to others, learning from my own trial, and applying the particular lesson in a way that works best for me.
If my site statistics are to be believed, two years on this blog has had over 34,000 visitors. Each day around hundred new people arrive to look over it, some stay, many move on, but a hard core of repeat visitors return again and again, and join in to share their own experiences, comment on my own, or offer some alternative thoughts.
And at each Blog anniversary I'm surprised to find that these numbers keep increasing by around a 50% increase each year (At this rate if I keep this up until I'm 102 I'll have most of the English reading world on here!)
But the stats, as those involved in this Blogging malarkey know only too well, are of comparative value only. Its not about the numbers, but about the bridges built between those sharing a love of the outdoors, or seeking to explore it further.
Without meaning to sound boastful it may be safe to say that without Blogs like this, alongside those early established trail blazers & later arrivals in early in 2007, the outdoor scene would have been slightly different.
- No UK Outdoor Blogger Association to support and advise those interested in the Blog as a way of expressing their own take on the UK Outdoor walking and wildcamping scene.
- No coming together of people from across the UK and beyond for regular meet-ups & wildcamps.
- No forming of long term friendships between people who otherwise were unlikely to ever meet.
- No Wild Camping E-Petition Campaign to explore the associated issues for those who were similarly motivated for change.
- And especially no chance for some of us to step outside our personal small insular areas, a circumstance of geography and community. To learn from others, and to teach. To consider different ways, and to adapt our own individual style.
Now that's not being arrogant. At least its not my intention. Call it a personal view, a personal history if you like, of progress during the last two years.
And all a somewhat divergent preamble to the point of my reflections.
Magazines, on-line forums, Blogs and Podcasts share one basic theme. Communication. Mostly a consideration of how we may approach what we do, the kit used, and the methodology concerned.
But for you, the reader or listener on the receiving end, it isn't meant to be a proscriptive set of rules but a never ending discussion of the tools and our use to follow the pursuits that we have chosen. And sometimes that point can be missed amongst all the shiny kit reviews and latest trends.
Whether its ultralight tarp and trail shoe, 80 litre pack and two man canvas tent, or the latest/best/alternative/traditional bit of kit or area ........ it all comes down to one thing which Monty Python put so succinctly:
"Brian: Please, please, please listen! I've got one or two things to say.
Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them!
Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong! You don't NEED to follow ME, You don't NEED to follow ANYBODY! You've got to think for your selves! You're ALL individuals!
Crowd: Yes! We're all individuals!
Brian: You're all different!
Crowd: Yes, we ARE all different!
Man in crowd: I'm not...
Crowd: Sch!"
Don't be the Man in the Crowd folks. Or should that be do- confusing. Anyway - soak it all up. Try it out in safety. Take what works. Discard what doesn't. But most of all experiment whilst aware of your own skill and experience levels, and learn from whats available adapting it for what works for you.
Backpacking and wild camping will never be a 'trendy' pursuit amongst the public at large. It tends to attract those with a more individualist streak, possibly even the downright weird at times (names provided for a 'small' handling charge -lol) But its that self driven element that is part of what makes it so satisfying.
Possibly the very worst sort of people to be told what to do. But the most able, I find, to weigh up the good alongside the bad and safely find their own unique path to get more out those special places we visit all too rarely.
Yes. The writer now is not the same individual of two years ago. But one that today gets even more enjoyment, alongside an increasing number of like minded individuals, with benefits that long ago were not even considered.
Now after all that, time to blow out the birthday cake candles.
Phew!Labels: Backpacking Advice, blog media, books, E-Petition-Wildcamping, UK Outdoors Blogger, uk walking blog
Wednesday, July 23
New Blog: Walk Dartmoor
The influence of the UK Outdoor Bloggers 'On Tour' strikes again? Well possibly.
We're a bit like chicken pox. Itchy. Persistent at times. But inevitably something that stops you going sterile when you're older.
Err .....that analogy doesn't seem to have worked out quite as I expected.
Anyway, a casual chat over a pint Saturday night; Some initial playing around with website layouts; And .......Voila.........Another Blog appears.
This time hewn from the primordial Dartmoor bogland. No doubt formed from mud, sphagnum moss...and one or two other things perhaps.
Shamus, for those who know his alter ego on Outdoors Magic talks a fair amount of sense; Knows how to place his tongue firmly into cheek when mood takes; And like most of us will undoubtedly succumb to drivel when backed into the bottom of yet another empty pint glass.
But he's also a man at one with Dartmoor's wilderness, and after talking with him it's clear the place has got under his skin. Understandable IMHO. If his knowledge of the area can be shared via his Blog then that will be a real benefit to those reading it.
Walk Dartmoor - "I am all too aware that I spend so much time running, hiking, teaching navigation and wild camping on Dartmoor that I ought to share it in some way. I enjoy photographing the moor and reading about the prehistoric people of Dartmoor; my ancestors I suppose! So I hope some of this may be of use to you"
Usually my blog recommendations are made after that difficult birthing period. But in this case I'm guessing Shamus is one of those people who will react well under pressure.
So check his Blog out and chip in any support you'd care to offer. And remember to very nice. He has a large dog with an affinity for picking up skulls.
Don't say you weren't warned.
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Tuesday, July 22
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Wash-Up
The Stats:
Day 1: To Meldon Reservoir;
Distance - 1.25 mile;
Day 2: Black-a-Tor Copse-LINTS TOR-GT & Little Kneeset-Fur Tor-Sandy Ford-Amicombe Hill-Green Tor-Nodden Gate;
Distance - 11.3 mile (18.08 km); Ascent - 847m; Average Speed - 2.4 mph
Day 3: Nodden Gate-Great Nodden-Sourton Tors-Meldon Reservoir car park;
Distance - 5.87 mile; Average Speed - 3.3 mph (edited post comment - thanks Gayle)
TOTAL: Well who cares?
Summing Up:
I've already said most of it summing up my last trip Suffice to say track finding on Dartmoor can be 'interesting' at times, and definitely not for those who worry about mud or boggy areas.
Map and compass work is a given, whatever the weather.
As Geoff used a 1:50,000 map we were able to compare the detail provided with my 1:25,000 OS. Suffice to say I'll be sticking with the more detailed version. Even then the tracks on the ground are mostly not reflected on the OS map. Get used to reading the ground and the lie of the land ahead as you move forwards. This is where my winter New Forest bogland walks come in very useful.
The valley around Amicombe Brook was quite challenging, and the crossing of Amicombe Hill itself difficult at times. Whilst not the worst land I've ever crossed it required a fair degree of concentration and will power. Definitely an area which saps the energy out of the legs with the incessant high stepping gait and regular direction changing required to make any reasonable progress onwards. Sunday morning my legs definitely felt like I'd walked much further than the eleven miles recorded.
Lessons learnt, Tips & Tricks:
Gear:
The North Face Hedgehogs turned out to be a liability. Dried out they will remain useful as street shoes, but a new pair will be on order presently. A difficult decision not to ditch them at Nodden Gate and save the dead weight. But you know what its like with that special and oh so faithful piece of gear. They've had a long life but fool on me for not heeding the warning signs of their imminent demise earlier in the month.
Food:
An opportunity to test the
JH Mash against the Asda version. Mine was full of taste, quantity and quality. The ASDA version - rubbish. Definitely worth playing around with some alternative mixes to expand the range, but basically a very quick and easy way to prep cheap instant food. (Orders are being taken BTW -lol)
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Sunday
An intentional early start with family duties requiring my presence back home in the afternoon. Not to mention my near pathological disgust of travelling the A35 on a Sunday during holiday season. A major trunk road? More like a caravan park at times, and lethal when the Sunday lunchers come out to for a gentle drive. No siree - this man had places to be and stuck behind day trippers was not in the plan.
So it was a quiet byee to those already moving, including Mick and Gayle, another early starter. Or so I thought until their later report proved my so-called early stirring to me a lie-in compared to their unfortunate overnight experiences. But hopefully those stunning early morning views were some mitigation Gayle. The sort of panoramas we dream of seeing; But are usually still busily dreaming instead.
(Nodden Gate camp-up aka it might be a crappy camera but it does movies 'innit)
Typically the day was brilliant sunshine as I followed the east bank of the stream northwards. Rewarded a few hundred metres later with the sight of a fox crossing my path apparently unperturbed as he disappeared into the lush ground cover flushing up a pheasant in the process.
Picking one of the numerous narrow tracks upwards onto the ridge I found myself on a clear track moving westwards of Great Nodden with a clear view of the land to the east of Dartmoor, my company for the next hour or so. The wind still playfully present, but on the whole A Good Day.
Eventually the track started its steady descent towards Sourton Tors and the path crossing (GR 546 896) Swinging right the view before was similarly beckoning. The high ground of Dartmoor on the right, the aerial on top of Yes Tor, a previous wildcamp spot, clearly visible today. Ahead my destination peeking cheekily between the gap in the hills.
(Meldon Reservoir & Okehampton in the distance)
Down now, the gradient becoming steeper as I followed the foot of Corn Ridge making my way back to where it had all started on Friday, with a spirited stomp back to the car, and the pleasures of the WC beckoning.
(Friday night's campsite. Sans rain clouds)
The final leg of the route alongside the resy, now very familiar, giving me the chance to fiddle with my GPS's tricks, which showed my moving average speed over that section was 3.7 mph. Just goes to show what a few days walking can do for fitness once the eye is tuned to the terrain, the body warmed up, and the feet raring to go.
But all too soon it was back in the car and on the road back heading towards Durzet.
A good weekend. A further reminder, if one was needed, of the wild land Dartmoor has to offer; That chance of solitude so easily achievable; And the easy fellowship that exists amongst my fellow Bloggers.
Later that afternoon, during a break in family festivities, I spotted a post from Alan Sloman posted earlier, via the wonders of modern technical wizardry (for as we all know, Alan is quite a Boffin, hence his nickname 'Merlin -Wizard of the Valves. Ahem)
My body may have been basking in the hot sunshine, meat on the BBQ, and a beer in hand; But my mind was back there on the moor, my spirit camped out high amongst the Dartmoor hills.
An early return is required, methinks.Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Monday, July 21
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Saturday
I awoke early Saturday, but obviously not early enough as most of the others appeared to have beat me up. With the previous evening's rain and wind Darren had narrowly avoided taking an early bath, without leaving his sleeping bag as the water found its usual path downhill via his pitch. And that could have been any of us to be honest. Luckily his choice of Hex (3?)tent and bivvy bag meant his morning ablution was still a matter of choice, rather than unexpected enforcement.
No tarps on this trip matey, not even for Geoff or Darren. Very sensible.
Mick & Gayle ably demonstrated one outcome of their 84 days on LeJoG as they worked in unison to smoothly pack away their gear, with nary a cross word or question. Last time I tried that with my partner I had to hide all sharp poky things from the vicinity. Impressive M&G.
As others followed suit I ditched the idea of a "holiday" and started to packed away the brew kit. The weather, as expected, was wet. Not necessarily raining. Yet. But a day of on/off showers was going to be the best we could hope for.
We remnants of the True Holiday Makers started the walk up the western bank of the West Okement River, oohing and ahhing at all the damned fine wildcamping spots for the future. Ones less likely to act as a catchment area for pooling as had the one on the night before. We even came across a tent with its occupants still ensconced. Now that's Proper Holiday Stuff.
Geoff and myself left Duncan, Darren, and his friend Martin to head up towards Black Tor whilst we moved on up the valley. I’d had this route in mind since I first spotted it a couple of years ago, keen to see just how far south it went and the quality of the track. Quite good as it turned out until the inevitable bog and flooded land forced a detour onto the western slopes and up to Lints Tor (GR 580 875) aka The Sphinx
(Lints Tor)
On then to contour around Great Kneeset and its smaller relation, Little Kneeset before the trudge across the increasingly common bog/stream/bog crossing up to Fur Tor (GR 587 830)
(Army tent city high on Black Ridge?)
This is the most remote of the Dartmoor Tors. Remembering the trudge up to it I’d certainly concur. But on a good day, with drier conditions underfoot great day out for a circular walk from Okehampton/Meldon Reservoir, with a choice of lowland one way and return across the tops to Yes Tor. However with low cloud and heavy rain definitely more of a challenge and only for those with good map and compass skills.
(A view from Fur Tor)
The sight of the distinctive Postbridge aerial in the distance meant a welcome chance to finally get a reasonable mobile phone signal and report 'Alls Ok' back home (Sun & T-shirt weather I was told. Hmmm. Super)
Sheltered from the ever present wind whilst taking our lunch the sun broke through the clouds. And promptly disappeared again as the wind sheered around and our haven became yet another pocket of gusts. So far we'd only been walking for a couple of hours and based on my recent Dartmoor experience during my previous trip I felt the ground, though wet, to be easy enough to move over given an acceptance that tracks had to be spotted as we went, and most footsteps were inevitably soon followed by one that would splashed.
We were wearing our waterproof jackets, more to keep out the chilly wind than rain. With the day being lights showers you just get to a point where the damned waterproof is left on really. But except for a brief trial with the leggings it was never bad enough to get us wetter than we already were, or ruin the views. And what views they were as we could look back down the valley tracing the route we had travelled already.
Crunch time. With our evening's meet-up fixed Geoff and myself debated the remainder of the route. Looking over the valley floor to the Tors on the western skyline the choice was mapped out below. Take the high, but long route? Or Go For It cutting across the valley floor?
The latter won out. Oh what poor misguided fools! In hindsight it was definitely land I wouldn’t choose to walk over again having done it the once. With the heavy rain of the day before crossing Amicombe Brook made life "interesting" (Aren’t brooks supposed to be piddly little water courses with kids sailing paper boats?) This one must have taken twenty minutes or so before we found a suitable crossing place due to the waters flow and depth. And then only by a spirited jump across into the reed bed on the far bank. With the inevitable splash and giggle as a couple of steps later we were reminded just why reed beds grow near/in water.
By now we were both getting the feel of the land we were travelling across, and the inevitable splash and mud was little more than an inevitability of our route. Even the times when the sphagnum beneath our feet seemed to sink and then ripple away before us gave little real concern. Solo I’d have probably have been a little more cautious about the route, but our joint experience level, and realistic expectation of the ground meant as a duo we could be a little more exploratory on this occasion. And to be honest it was fun honing those essential broken ground skills. From my experience of Dartmoor this was as bad as it was likely to get, so bring it on (but hey - I had spare dry socks!)
The next couple of hours were a trudge across the open moorland contouring Amicombe Hill heading towards the seemingly ever distant Green Tor. Normally I find that if the goal is in sight then movement towards feels quite rapid. But not today. We'd find sheep and cattle tracks, or an occasional paths made by a farmer's ATC, only for them to peter out within a few hundred metres. And that was the good stuff. Mostly it was a case of reading the ground ahead, and sticking to the 340 degree bearing. A task which we managed with magnificent aplomb (But god did it get monotonous after a while) Even the sight of a lizard scuttling for cover (me) or a frog (Geoff) did little to break up the trudge. Breaking out the Biltong at least meant our minds had something else to cope with, as the fibrous meat, tasty as it was, was left lodged in the gaps between the teeth. Something else to think about amongst the occasional splashes.
(Bleak House)
Finally we were near enough to the Tor and with some casting about we picked up the mine track heading down towards Nodden Gate, the pitch for the night.
But not without one reminder of the real danger of Dartmoor.
We'd both stepped in various boggy matter, usually just the one leg to the calf; Or knee at worst. But descending a small slope into the old mine workings below Bleak House (560 863) my right foot slipped into a hole and I once again found myself sitting down. But one difference. No mud or bog around me, virtually a dry slope with evidence of a good and well used path. I waggled my foot experimentally to find purchase and raise myself. But there was nothing underneath it except empty space.
Something to laugh about at the time as I gingerly pulled myself back from the gap, but a warning that whilst the open moorland may feel a difficult place at times it’s the apparently safe paths amongst the old mine workings where the true danger lies.
But this apart the journey downhill was a simple descent with fine views all around. A final manly stride through the ford (well I was past caring by now and the boots needed cleaning) where we found ourselves to be the last to arrive, the others having (mostly) opted for shorter routes.
A chance to meet up with fellow Dorset Backpackers Club member, John Yale (Hi John), on his own solo wildcamping trip. And shortly after Fossil Buff (aka FB) of Outdoors Magic fame(?), and his mate (another Martin I think)
FB didn’t get a hugely enthusiastic welcome from me initially, on account of a potentially over enthusiastic greeting from one of his dog brace as I dangled over the stream carefully removing contact lenses. But with that chore safely away, and the evening meal complete, we walked the short distance down to the Fox and Hounds at Bridestowe. Great beer. Great food. (Although Mick may yet have something to say about that considering his unexpected illness later that night) But especially great company as we bloggers et al set the world to rights.
Well OK Alan Sloman talked and we tried to butt in occasionally when ever he stopped for a sip of beer(lol) And thanks to those who plied me with free ale for an exceptionally cheap evening.
An early night after a tiring but enjoyable day. that's the south, north and west borders of Dartmoor all traversed in a month.
Undoubtedly there's gold in them thar Dartmoor hills. At least for us wildcampers who appreciate real solitude away from the crowds.
Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Friday
What was to have been a leisurely journey across the south coast during Friday turned into a stew of holiday traffic, with a couple of tractors thrown in to salt the recipe. The weather, as if in cahoots with the road tribulations turned its face away from the earlier sunshine and blue skies. No surprise then that my eventual arrival at Meldon Reservoir just south of Okehampton was met with a torrential downpour.
(Looking up Meldon Reservoir)
Naturally, all taken in stride for this seasoned 'packer. I sat in the car and waited. A pleasant half hour was spent checking the map; Changing into boots; And waiting for the rain to cease and the sky to turn blue;
(And that's what makes it a reservoir and not a puddle)
I'd probably be there still if I expected that sort of climatic epiphany last Friday. Wet? There was a huddle of ducks near the car park complaining about the conditions underfoot. Or should that be webbed feet?
Familiar with the route to the well known wildcamp spot at the southern end of the water (GR 555 907) I was able to spend the short walk along the resy taking a look around with no particular urgency in mind. But once on site getting the tent up quickly was order of the day. First brew on before 3 p.m. Result.
(Hey look - that litle green tent over there is mine!)
In between the showers I unwisely opted to slip off the Scarpa boots for my camp/travel footwear - North Face XCR Hedgehogs. I'd been considering their replacement earlier in the month, but other things had intervened.
Well that was tempting fate. As I explored the banks of the stream cascading (deluging) down from Black-a-Tor Copse I realised two things.
Firstly, back at the camp spot, a couple of my fellow bloggers (Alan and Martin) had just arrived. They were eyeing my open and apparently deserted Akto. Possibly wondering whether the Beast of Bodmin was holidaying in the area?
It was then my brain received the message that my feet were damp. I don't do wet feet - too many years of motorcyling trips. But the gore tex liner had chosen this point to throw in the towel, just as my feet squelched over water sodden ground. Farewell then Hedgehogs faithful companion for the last eighteen months, and to be replaced with the same again - what higher praise is there than that?
Mulling over a change of footwear I considered the ground around me (wet, very wet, or sodden) and opted to keep my dry stuff for the morrow and live with things for that evening. Quite how the Innov8 afficionados get on with having their feet in this state ALL the time is beyond me (lol); and perhaps the weekend on Dartmoor may have them thinking the same?
My compadres suitably set-up, next to arrived was Geoff, dapper as ever and cunningly disguised as Mary Poppins to fool the rain clouds (see yesterday's pix) An unsuccessful attempt as it turned out. Nice try Geoff.
Then Mick and Gayle, (although that should really be Gayle and Mick surely as she does most of the blogging?)
Finally, around 9pm, when I'd retired to my sleeping bag, the one dry spot that I could think of amongst the incessant rain, Darren, Duncan and Martin arrived to complete this week's Blogger crowd.
Or so we thought...
(A sunny day in paradise)Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Sunday, July 20
Dartmoor Trip
A taste of things over the past few days..... more to come soon
Where the water is supposed to be, instead of where it insisted on being on the Friday!
Geoff making us all feel somewhat sartorially challenged. Or is it Nick Crane? Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 19
Fox n Hounds nr Nodden Gate
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Yes Gayle - I can drink and blog at the same time!
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
Labels: E-Petition-Wildcamping, TGO Challenge, UK Outdoors Blogger
Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
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A lot of rain.
From the feel of it, rain meant for someone else as well. Perhaps a few extra clouds diverted by Met Office scientists as a subtle retaliation? A penance for decrying the dumbed down CGI that passes for a TV Weather Forecast these days. Ah but down that path lies paranoia, so lets turn off that track right now.
For naturally we outdoor folk are suitably equipped for these adverse conditions.
As I walk my M3 player feeds me the erudite tones of Steven Fry and his latest podcast (No. 5) A guilty pleasure in listening to his Anglo Saxon littered tirade against Compliance Men In Suits (Don’t you just get a snickering tingle when a cultured gent cuts loose - lol)
But a different feeling when he reflects on the description of those traps awaiting a regular weekly columnist with space to fill, and little to say. Mr Fry identifies two pitfalls.
Firstly - Nostalgia: Remember how it was all so much better; Secondly - Anger: This makes me so mad I will rant. And you will agree or fight me.
The sort of articles you may spot as you browse your weekend newspaper. Even identified, how simple a trap they may remain.
For me a lesson to absorb as I turn it to Blogging, my own media. Or more precisely the easy ability to simply Churn Out Stuff.
Something that I have on my mind at present following various interchanges on the use and abuse of this communication media, and a few practical examples of just how little effort an article can be created using cut, paste and a little personalisation.
I’d add a couple more pratfalls of my own.
Comment: This is what I think about that report/news/action; Googlese: Look what I've found, lets all go and look.
Commonly these cosy up together in the same piece, feeding off each others lack of originality.
So easy to trip. 'Tis but a short fall, without any noticeable impact. Then taken over a period of time it becomes an all too comfortable existence.
Look - I'm doing it now. A reference to something I found, that entertained, and is being followed up with a commentary.
In mitigation it's my explanation of the catalyst behind my thought process. Being only too aware that my logic can go from Here to There too rapidly at times for others to catch the references that link the path of logical thought. Well logical to me at least.
With me so far? For its time to sharply veer away now.
Blogging is rather too comfortable.
There I've said it out loud.
But before you dash off to the Comment Box for one of those Mr Angry moments let me qualify that this is a reflection only of my own site & content.
Shock! Horror! Has old Johnny succumbed to water on the brain and started to lose it?
Let's try to explain. Many of the articles on here I personally find less than satisfactory when looking back over them sometime later. Don’t get me wrong. If it was simply crap writing, or was becoming a chore, I’d stop.
It's just that all too often I find this site has become a conduit for another's thought, observation or experience. Something down to me as editor, proof reader and senior writer to control of course.
As a public service, be it identifying outdoor information or bring some entertainment value, I trust it provides something positive. That part I'm relatively happy with.
But as for the rest, that's not enough. It's never been the main urge that keeps me hunched over this clacking keyboard for far too many hours each week; Reading, researching, thinking and finally, for some items, putting it down for you to browse over for a few minutes before skipping on elsewhere.
(Stick with me here folks - that wasn't a suggestion!)
I believe that this site has delivered much since it first sidled onto the net.
FAQ information for backpacking newbies & tips for the more experienced. Routes and travel suggestions to fan the flickering impulse to visit new areas. At times crusading, not just the Legalise Wild Camping Campaign, but also in support of the Mountain Rescue Teams & other backpackers personal challenges. Even kit reports occasionally, where the gear is something that interests me.
And always a medium for interchange of ideas and a mutual exchange of experiences.
Still most of this stuff can be found elsewhere on the web. Done better. Done in more detail. Or just done more regularly.
Back in January I tried to draw a line, to summarise what makes this pleasurable for me, and sufficiently different for you to return for more of the same.
My line in the sand. To step beyond the well established safety zone of trite conventionality. To offer material that provokes in others a recognition of something deeper than the nuts & bolts elements of what we do outdoors. To quote myself (another trap?)
"to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfilment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place"
A tough gig maybe, but one that gives me that special buzz when it works.
Perhaps the above wittering comes across as a ramble or disjointed tirade. Maybe even an indication of failure (which I don’t accept BTW)
But as the rain continues to fall, and Stephen Fry concludes his podcast, you may spot mine host. Alone in a sodden maize field, save for a confused collie dog, watching as his master mentally kicks himself for having been snagged by the biggest trap of all.
Complacency.
Time to regroup and hire myself a new editor here at JH Towers.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Blog - Birthday, Backpacking & Belief
Back in 2006, as I was part way through my usual Summer pattern of wildcamping and backpacking forays, something sparked me up to start this blog, in an attempt to express this feeling somewhere deep inside of myself.
On the second anniversary of this Blog I reread that first post to see if my thoughts had shifted in the two years since it started.
That deep driving force remains true, but there has also been some positive changes as a result of that decision take two years ago. And an indirect fall-out, the sense of enforced responsibility with a slow realisation that what appears on here may possibly influence others, dependant on what message they chose to take away from their visit.
Originally the Blog was a way to supplement my usual walking diaries, that I still keep, but to embellish the short handwritten notes with photos and reference links.
My pile of diaries, scribbled in small notebooks in the tent each evening with a stub of a pencil, provided route details, places enjoyed, ideas for future trips, and pitches noted along the way, to return to maybe. Most importantly it left little factually based reminders to myself for the future. Kit to try out, modify or discard. Different ideas or approaches to help improve what I enjoy doing. Especially potential wildcamp spots to follow up (Even now I seem to spend a walk, whatever the location, automatically mentally noting potential sites)
At the time UK based blogs were few and far between, and certainly in single figures. There were a number of walking websites, but with the exception of Backpacking In Britain few related to my specialised interest. Or suitable for a two way communication of interests and ideas.
I felt I had some experiences of my own way to offer, after a number of years of basically learning mostly by personal trial and error. This had been supplemented by the occasional group "camp out" in the wilds, soon abandoned as I quickly realised that the general 'walker' in my geographical location just didn't get "It". That kick deep inside I still get on waking up in a lonely wildcamp location; A day's walk ahead; Carrying my essential amenities on my back. To see things few others know exist. And to survive, nay prosper, in the basic natural environment that can at times be downright hostile and dangerous. Nature & the Outdoors away from the cities. My version of Real Life.
My only source of new ideas and challenges came via digging into the few backpacking books available relating to the UK itself, and keeping an eye on the outdoor magazines.
For whilst those in the traditional outdoor pursuit areas such as the Lakes, or Peak District, may take their introduction and education to the Great Outdoors in their stride, those of us outside these localities don't have that benefit. Finding like minded people, or even places, to follow this calling were rare.
I also understood, and still do, that experience only become wisdom by listening to others, learning from my own trial, and applying the particular lesson in a way that works best for me.
If my site statistics are to be believed, two years on this blog has had over 34,000 visitors. Each day around hundred new people arrive to look over it, some stay, many move on, but a hard core of repeat visitors return again and again, and join in to share their own experiences, comment on my own, or offer some alternative thoughts.
And at each Blog anniversary I'm surprised to find that these numbers keep increasing by around a 50% increase each year (At this rate if I keep this up until I'm 102 I'll have most of the English reading world on here!)
But the stats, as those involved in this Blogging malarkey know only too well, are of comparative value only. Its not about the numbers, but about the bridges built between those sharing a love of the outdoors, or seeking to explore it further.
Without meaning to sound boastful it may be safe to say that without Blogs like this, alongside those early established trail blazers & later arrivals in early in 2007, the outdoor scene would have been slightly different.
- No UK Outdoor Blogger Association to support and advise those interested in the Blog as a way of expressing their own take on the UK Outdoor walking and wildcamping scene.
- No coming together of people from across the UK and beyond for regular meet-ups & wildcamps.
- No forming of long term friendships between people who otherwise were unlikely to ever meet.
- No Wild Camping E-Petition Campaign to explore the associated issues for those who were similarly motivated for change.
- And especially no chance for some of us to step outside our personal small insular areas, a circumstance of geography and community. To learn from others, and to teach. To consider different ways, and to adapt our own individual style.
Now that's not being arrogant. At least its not my intention. Call it a personal view, a personal history if you like, of progress during the last two years.
And all a somewhat divergent preamble to the point of my reflections.
Magazines, on-line forums, Blogs and Podcasts share one basic theme. Communication. Mostly a consideration of how we may approach what we do, the kit used, and the methodology concerned.
But for you, the reader or listener on the receiving end, it isn't meant to be a proscriptive set of rules but a never ending discussion of the tools and our use to follow the pursuits that we have chosen. And sometimes that point can be missed amongst all the shiny kit reviews and latest trends.
Whether its ultralight tarp and trail shoe, 80 litre pack and two man canvas tent, or the latest/best/alternative/traditional bit of kit or area ........ it all comes down to one thing which Monty Python put so succinctly:
"Brian: Please, please, please listen! I've got one or two things to say.
Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them!
Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong! You don't NEED to follow ME, You don't NEED to follow ANYBODY! You've got to think for your selves! You're ALL individuals!
Crowd: Yes! We're all individuals!
Brian: You're all different!
Crowd: Yes, we ARE all different!
Man in crowd: I'm not...
Crowd: Sch!"
Don't be the Man in the Crowd folks. Or should that be do- confusing. Anyway - soak it all up. Try it out in safety. Take what works. Discard what doesn't. But most of all experiment whilst aware of your own skill and experience levels, and learn from whats available adapting it for what works for you.
Backpacking and wild camping will never be a 'trendy' pursuit amongst the public at large. It tends to attract those with a more individualist streak, possibly even the downright weird at times (names provided for a 'small' handling charge -lol) But its that self driven element that is part of what makes it so satisfying.
Possibly the very worst sort of people to be told what to do. But the most able, I find, to weigh up the good alongside the bad and safely find their own unique path to get more out those special places we visit all too rarely.
Yes. The writer now is not the same individual of two years ago. But one that today gets even more enjoyment, alongside an increasing number of like minded individuals, with benefits that long ago were not even considered.
Now after all that, time to blow out the birthday cake candles.
Phew!Labels: Backpacking Advice, blog media, books, E-Petition-Wildcamping, UK Outdoors Blogger, uk walking blog
Wednesday, July 23
New Blog: Walk Dartmoor
The influence of the UK Outdoor Bloggers 'On Tour' strikes again? Well possibly.
We're a bit like chicken pox. Itchy. Persistent at times. But inevitably something that stops you going sterile when you're older.
Err .....that analogy doesn't seem to have worked out quite as I expected.
Anyway, a casual chat over a pint Saturday night; Some initial playing around with website layouts; And .......Voila.........Another Blog appears.
This time hewn from the primordial Dartmoor bogland. No doubt formed from mud, sphagnum moss...and one or two other things perhaps.
Shamus, for those who know his alter ego on Outdoors Magic talks a fair amount of sense; Knows how to place his tongue firmly into cheek when mood takes; And like most of us will undoubtedly succumb to drivel when backed into the bottom of yet another empty pint glass.
But he's also a man at one with Dartmoor's wilderness, and after talking with him it's clear the place has got under his skin. Understandable IMHO. If his knowledge of the area can be shared via his Blog then that will be a real benefit to those reading it.
Walk Dartmoor - "I am all too aware that I spend so much time running, hiking, teaching navigation and wild camping on Dartmoor that I ought to share it in some way. I enjoy photographing the moor and reading about the prehistoric people of Dartmoor; my ancestors I suppose! So I hope some of this may be of use to you"
Usually my blog recommendations are made after that difficult birthing period. But in this case I'm guessing Shamus is one of those people who will react well under pressure.
So check his Blog out and chip in any support you'd care to offer. And remember to very nice. He has a large dog with an affinity for picking up skulls.
Don't say you weren't warned.
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Tuesday, July 22
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Wash-Up
The Stats:
Day 1: To Meldon Reservoir;
Distance - 1.25 mile;
Day 2: Black-a-Tor Copse-LINTS TOR-GT & Little Kneeset-Fur Tor-Sandy Ford-Amicombe Hill-Green Tor-Nodden Gate;
Distance - 11.3 mile (18.08 km); Ascent - 847m; Average Speed - 2.4 mph
Day 3: Nodden Gate-Great Nodden-Sourton Tors-Meldon Reservoir car park;
Distance - 5.87 mile; Average Speed - 3.3 mph (edited post comment - thanks Gayle)
TOTAL: Well who cares?
Summing Up:
I've already said most of it summing up my last trip Suffice to say track finding on Dartmoor can be 'interesting' at times, and definitely not for those who worry about mud or boggy areas.
Map and compass work is a given, whatever the weather.
As Geoff used a 1:50,000 map we were able to compare the detail provided with my 1:25,000 OS. Suffice to say I'll be sticking with the more detailed version. Even then the tracks on the ground are mostly not reflected on the OS map. Get used to reading the ground and the lie of the land ahead as you move forwards. This is where my winter New Forest bogland walks come in very useful.
The valley around Amicombe Brook was quite challenging, and the crossing of Amicombe Hill itself difficult at times. Whilst not the worst land I've ever crossed it required a fair degree of concentration and will power. Definitely an area which saps the energy out of the legs with the incessant high stepping gait and regular direction changing required to make any reasonable progress onwards. Sunday morning my legs definitely felt like I'd walked much further than the eleven miles recorded.
Lessons learnt, Tips & Tricks:
Gear:
The North Face Hedgehogs turned out to be a liability. Dried out they will remain useful as street shoes, but a new pair will be on order presently. A difficult decision not to ditch them at Nodden Gate and save the dead weight. But you know what its like with that special and oh so faithful piece of gear. They've had a long life but fool on me for not heeding the warning signs of their imminent demise earlier in the month.
Food:
An opportunity to test the
JH Mash against the Asda version. Mine was full of taste, quantity and quality. The ASDA version - rubbish. Definitely worth playing around with some alternative mixes to expand the range, but basically a very quick and easy way to prep cheap instant food. (Orders are being taken BTW -lol)
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Sunday
An intentional early start with family duties requiring my presence back home in the afternoon. Not to mention my near pathological disgust of travelling the A35 on a Sunday during holiday season. A major trunk road? More like a caravan park at times, and lethal when the Sunday lunchers come out to for a gentle drive. No siree - this man had places to be and stuck behind day trippers was not in the plan.
So it was a quiet byee to those already moving, including Mick and Gayle, another early starter. Or so I thought until their later report proved my so-called early stirring to me a lie-in compared to their unfortunate overnight experiences. But hopefully those stunning early morning views were some mitigation Gayle. The sort of panoramas we dream of seeing; But are usually still busily dreaming instead.
(Nodden Gate camp-up aka it might be a crappy camera but it does movies 'innit)
Typically the day was brilliant sunshine as I followed the east bank of the stream northwards. Rewarded a few hundred metres later with the sight of a fox crossing my path apparently unperturbed as he disappeared into the lush ground cover flushing up a pheasant in the process.
Picking one of the numerous narrow tracks upwards onto the ridge I found myself on a clear track moving westwards of Great Nodden with a clear view of the land to the east of Dartmoor, my company for the next hour or so. The wind still playfully present, but on the whole A Good Day.
Eventually the track started its steady descent towards Sourton Tors and the path crossing (GR 546 896) Swinging right the view before was similarly beckoning. The high ground of Dartmoor on the right, the aerial on top of Yes Tor, a previous wildcamp spot, clearly visible today. Ahead my destination peeking cheekily between the gap in the hills.
(Meldon Reservoir & Okehampton in the distance)
Down now, the gradient becoming steeper as I followed the foot of Corn Ridge making my way back to where it had all started on Friday, with a spirited stomp back to the car, and the pleasures of the WC beckoning.
(Friday night's campsite. Sans rain clouds)
The final leg of the route alongside the resy, now very familiar, giving me the chance to fiddle with my GPS's tricks, which showed my moving average speed over that section was 3.7 mph. Just goes to show what a few days walking can do for fitness once the eye is tuned to the terrain, the body warmed up, and the feet raring to go.
But all too soon it was back in the car and on the road back heading towards Durzet.
A good weekend. A further reminder, if one was needed, of the wild land Dartmoor has to offer; That chance of solitude so easily achievable; And the easy fellowship that exists amongst my fellow Bloggers.
Later that afternoon, during a break in family festivities, I spotted a post from Alan Sloman posted earlier, via the wonders of modern technical wizardry (for as we all know, Alan is quite a Boffin, hence his nickname 'Merlin -Wizard of the Valves. Ahem)
My body may have been basking in the hot sunshine, meat on the BBQ, and a beer in hand; But my mind was back there on the moor, my spirit camped out high amongst the Dartmoor hills.
An early return is required, methinks.Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Monday, July 21
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Saturday
I awoke early Saturday, but obviously not early enough as most of the others appeared to have beat me up. With the previous evening's rain and wind Darren had narrowly avoided taking an early bath, without leaving his sleeping bag as the water found its usual path downhill via his pitch. And that could have been any of us to be honest. Luckily his choice of Hex (3?)tent and bivvy bag meant his morning ablution was still a matter of choice, rather than unexpected enforcement.
No tarps on this trip matey, not even for Geoff or Darren. Very sensible.
Mick & Gayle ably demonstrated one outcome of their 84 days on LeJoG as they worked in unison to smoothly pack away their gear, with nary a cross word or question. Last time I tried that with my partner I had to hide all sharp poky things from the vicinity. Impressive M&G.
As others followed suit I ditched the idea of a "holiday" and started to packed away the brew kit. The weather, as expected, was wet. Not necessarily raining. Yet. But a day of on/off showers was going to be the best we could hope for.
We remnants of the True Holiday Makers started the walk up the western bank of the West Okement River, oohing and ahhing at all the damned fine wildcamping spots for the future. Ones less likely to act as a catchment area for pooling as had the one on the night before. We even came across a tent with its occupants still ensconced. Now that's Proper Holiday Stuff.
Geoff and myself left Duncan, Darren, and his friend Martin to head up towards Black Tor whilst we moved on up the valley. I’d had this route in mind since I first spotted it a couple of years ago, keen to see just how far south it went and the quality of the track. Quite good as it turned out until the inevitable bog and flooded land forced a detour onto the western slopes and up to Lints Tor (GR 580 875) aka The Sphinx
(Lints Tor)
On then to contour around Great Kneeset and its smaller relation, Little Kneeset before the trudge across the increasingly common bog/stream/bog crossing up to Fur Tor (GR 587 830)
(Army tent city high on Black Ridge?)
This is the most remote of the Dartmoor Tors. Remembering the trudge up to it I’d certainly concur. But on a good day, with drier conditions underfoot great day out for a circular walk from Okehampton/Meldon Reservoir, with a choice of lowland one way and return across the tops to Yes Tor. However with low cloud and heavy rain definitely more of a challenge and only for those with good map and compass skills.
(A view from Fur Tor)
The sight of the distinctive Postbridge aerial in the distance meant a welcome chance to finally get a reasonable mobile phone signal and report 'Alls Ok' back home (Sun & T-shirt weather I was told. Hmmm. Super)
Sheltered from the ever present wind whilst taking our lunch the sun broke through the clouds. And promptly disappeared again as the wind sheered around and our haven became yet another pocket of gusts. So far we'd only been walking for a couple of hours and based on my recent Dartmoor experience during my previous trip I felt the ground, though wet, to be easy enough to move over given an acceptance that tracks had to be spotted as we went, and most footsteps were inevitably soon followed by one that would splashed.
We were wearing our waterproof jackets, more to keep out the chilly wind than rain. With the day being lights showers you just get to a point where the damned waterproof is left on really. But except for a brief trial with the leggings it was never bad enough to get us wetter than we already were, or ruin the views. And what views they were as we could look back down the valley tracing the route we had travelled already.
Crunch time. With our evening's meet-up fixed Geoff and myself debated the remainder of the route. Looking over the valley floor to the Tors on the western skyline the choice was mapped out below. Take the high, but long route? Or Go For It cutting across the valley floor?
The latter won out. Oh what poor misguided fools! In hindsight it was definitely land I wouldn’t choose to walk over again having done it the once. With the heavy rain of the day before crossing Amicombe Brook made life "interesting" (Aren’t brooks supposed to be piddly little water courses with kids sailing paper boats?) This one must have taken twenty minutes or so before we found a suitable crossing place due to the waters flow and depth. And then only by a spirited jump across into the reed bed on the far bank. With the inevitable splash and giggle as a couple of steps later we were reminded just why reed beds grow near/in water.
By now we were both getting the feel of the land we were travelling across, and the inevitable splash and mud was little more than an inevitability of our route. Even the times when the sphagnum beneath our feet seemed to sink and then ripple away before us gave little real concern. Solo I’d have probably have been a little more cautious about the route, but our joint experience level, and realistic expectation of the ground meant as a duo we could be a little more exploratory on this occasion. And to be honest it was fun honing those essential broken ground skills. From my experience of Dartmoor this was as bad as it was likely to get, so bring it on (but hey - I had spare dry socks!)
The next couple of hours were a trudge across the open moorland contouring Amicombe Hill heading towards the seemingly ever distant Green Tor. Normally I find that if the goal is in sight then movement towards feels quite rapid. But not today. We'd find sheep and cattle tracks, or an occasional paths made by a farmer's ATC, only for them to peter out within a few hundred metres. And that was the good stuff. Mostly it was a case of reading the ground ahead, and sticking to the 340 degree bearing. A task which we managed with magnificent aplomb (But god did it get monotonous after a while) Even the sight of a lizard scuttling for cover (me) or a frog (Geoff) did little to break up the trudge. Breaking out the Biltong at least meant our minds had something else to cope with, as the fibrous meat, tasty as it was, was left lodged in the gaps between the teeth. Something else to think about amongst the occasional splashes.
(Bleak House)
Finally we were near enough to the Tor and with some casting about we picked up the mine track heading down towards Nodden Gate, the pitch for the night.
But not without one reminder of the real danger of Dartmoor.
We'd both stepped in various boggy matter, usually just the one leg to the calf; Or knee at worst. But descending a small slope into the old mine workings below Bleak House (560 863) my right foot slipped into a hole and I once again found myself sitting down. But one difference. No mud or bog around me, virtually a dry slope with evidence of a good and well used path. I waggled my foot experimentally to find purchase and raise myself. But there was nothing underneath it except empty space.
Something to laugh about at the time as I gingerly pulled myself back from the gap, but a warning that whilst the open moorland may feel a difficult place at times it’s the apparently safe paths amongst the old mine workings where the true danger lies.
But this apart the journey downhill was a simple descent with fine views all around. A final manly stride through the ford (well I was past caring by now and the boots needed cleaning) where we found ourselves to be the last to arrive, the others having (mostly) opted for shorter routes.
A chance to meet up with fellow Dorset Backpackers Club member, John Yale (Hi John), on his own solo wildcamping trip. And shortly after Fossil Buff (aka FB) of Outdoors Magic fame(?), and his mate (another Martin I think)
FB didn’t get a hugely enthusiastic welcome from me initially, on account of a potentially over enthusiastic greeting from one of his dog brace as I dangled over the stream carefully removing contact lenses. But with that chore safely away, and the evening meal complete, we walked the short distance down to the Fox and Hounds at Bridestowe. Great beer. Great food. (Although Mick may yet have something to say about that considering his unexpected illness later that night) But especially great company as we bloggers et al set the world to rights.
Well OK Alan Sloman talked and we tried to butt in occasionally when ever he stopped for a sip of beer(lol) And thanks to those who plied me with free ale for an exceptionally cheap evening.
An early night after a tiring but enjoyable day. that's the south, north and west borders of Dartmoor all traversed in a month.
Undoubtedly there's gold in them thar Dartmoor hills. At least for us wildcampers who appreciate real solitude away from the crowds.
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Friday
What was to have been a leisurely journey across the south coast during Friday turned into a stew of holiday traffic, with a couple of tractors thrown in to salt the recipe. The weather, as if in cahoots with the road tribulations turned its face away from the earlier sunshine and blue skies. No surprise then that my eventual arrival at Meldon Reservoir just south of Okehampton was met with a torrential downpour.
(Looking up Meldon Reservoir)
Naturally, all taken in stride for this seasoned 'packer. I sat in the car and waited. A pleasant half hour was spent checking the map; Changing into boots; And waiting for the rain to cease and the sky to turn blue;
(And that's what makes it a reservoir and not a puddle)
I'd probably be there still if I expected that sort of climatic epiphany last Friday. Wet? There was a huddle of ducks near the car park complaining about the conditions underfoot. Or should that be webbed feet?
Familiar with the route to the well known wildcamp spot at the southern end of the water (GR 555 907) I was able to spend the short walk along the resy taking a look around with no particular urgency in mind. But once on site getting the tent up quickly was order of the day. First brew on before 3 p.m. Result.
(Hey look - that litle green tent over there is mine!)
In between the showers I unwisely opted to slip off the Scarpa boots for my camp/travel footwear - North Face XCR Hedgehogs. I'd been considering their replacement earlier in the month, but other things had intervened.
Well that was tempting fate. As I explored the banks of the stream cascading (deluging) down from Black-a-Tor Copse I realised two things.
Firstly, back at the camp spot, a couple of my fellow bloggers (Alan and Martin) had just arrived. They were eyeing my open and apparently deserted Akto. Possibly wondering whether the Beast of Bodmin was holidaying in the area?
It was then my brain received the message that my feet were damp. I don't do wet feet - too many years of motorcyling trips. But the gore tex liner had chosen this point to throw in the towel, just as my feet squelched over water sodden ground. Farewell then Hedgehogs faithful companion for the last eighteen months, and to be replaced with the same again - what higher praise is there than that?
Mulling over a change of footwear I considered the ground around me (wet, very wet, or sodden) and opted to keep my dry stuff for the morrow and live with things for that evening. Quite how the Innov8 afficionados get on with having their feet in this state ALL the time is beyond me (lol); and perhaps the weekend on Dartmoor may have them thinking the same?
My compadres suitably set-up, next to arrived was Geoff, dapper as ever and cunningly disguised as Mary Poppins to fool the rain clouds (see yesterday's pix) An unsuccessful attempt as it turned out. Nice try Geoff.
Then Mick and Gayle, (although that should really be Gayle and Mick surely as she does most of the blogging?)
Finally, around 9pm, when I'd retired to my sleeping bag, the one dry spot that I could think of amongst the incessant rain, Darren, Duncan and Martin arrived to complete this week's Blogger crowd.
Or so we thought...
(A sunny day in paradise)Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Sunday, July 20
Dartmoor Trip
A taste of things over the past few days..... more to come soon
Where the water is supposed to be, instead of where it insisted on being on the Friday!
Geoff making us all feel somewhat sartorially challenged. Or is it Nick Crane? Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 19
Fox n Hounds nr Nodden Gate
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Yes Gayle - I can drink and blog at the same time!
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
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Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
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Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
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On the second anniversary of this Blog I reread that first post to see if my thoughts had shifted in the two years since it started.
That deep driving force remains true, but there has also been some positive changes as a result of that decision take two years ago. And an indirect fall-out, the sense of enforced responsibility with a slow realisation that what appears on here may possibly influence others, dependant on what message they chose to take away from their visit.
Originally the Blog was a way to supplement my usual walking diaries, that I still keep, but to embellish the short handwritten notes with photos and reference links.
My pile of diaries, scribbled in small notebooks in the tent each evening with a stub of a pencil, provided route details, places enjoyed, ideas for future trips, and pitches noted along the way, to return to maybe. Most importantly it left little factually based reminders to myself for the future. Kit to try out, modify or discard. Different ideas or approaches to help improve what I enjoy doing. Especially potential wildcamp spots to follow up (Even now I seem to spend a walk, whatever the location, automatically mentally noting potential sites)
At the time UK based blogs were few and far between, and certainly in single figures. There were a number of walking websites, but with the exception of Backpacking In Britain few related to my specialised interest. Or suitable for a two way communication of interests and ideas.
I felt I had some experiences of my own way to offer, after a number of years of basically learning mostly by personal trial and error. This had been supplemented by the occasional group "camp out" in the wilds, soon abandoned as I quickly realised that the general 'walker' in my geographical location just didn't get "It". That kick deep inside I still get on waking up in a lonely wildcamp location; A day's walk ahead; Carrying my essential amenities on my back. To see things few others know exist. And to survive, nay prosper, in the basic natural environment that can at times be downright hostile and dangerous. Nature & the Outdoors away from the cities. My version of Real Life.
My only source of new ideas and challenges came via digging into the few backpacking books available relating to the UK itself, and keeping an eye on the outdoor magazines.
For whilst those in the traditional outdoor pursuit areas such as the Lakes, or Peak District, may take their introduction and education to the Great Outdoors in their stride, those of us outside these localities don't have that benefit. Finding like minded people, or even places, to follow this calling were rare.
I also understood, and still do, that experience only become wisdom by listening to others, learning from my own trial, and applying the particular lesson in a way that works best for me.
If my site statistics are to be believed, two years on this blog has had over 34,000 visitors. Each day around hundred new people arrive to look over it, some stay, many move on, but a hard core of repeat visitors return again and again, and join in to share their own experiences, comment on my own, or offer some alternative thoughts.
And at each Blog anniversary I'm surprised to find that these numbers keep increasing by around a 50% increase each year (At this rate if I keep this up until I'm 102 I'll have most of the English reading world on here!)
But the stats, as those involved in this Blogging malarkey know only too well, are of comparative value only. Its not about the numbers, but about the bridges built between those sharing a love of the outdoors, or seeking to explore it further.
Without meaning to sound boastful it may be safe to say that without Blogs like this, alongside those early established trail blazers & later arrivals in early in 2007, the outdoor scene would have been slightly different.
- No UK Outdoor Blogger Association to support and advise those interested in the Blog as a way of expressing their own take on the UK Outdoor walking and wildcamping scene.
- No coming together of people from across the UK and beyond for regular meet-ups & wildcamps.
- No forming of long term friendships between people who otherwise were unlikely to ever meet.
- No Wild Camping E-Petition Campaign to explore the associated issues for those who were similarly motivated for change.
- And especially no chance for some of us to step outside our personal small insular areas, a circumstance of geography and community. To learn from others, and to teach. To consider different ways, and to adapt our own individual style.
And all a somewhat divergent preamble to the point of my reflections.
Magazines, on-line forums, Blogs and Podcasts share one basic theme. Communication. Mostly a consideration of how we may approach what we do, the kit used, and the methodology concerned.
But for you, the reader or listener on the receiving end, it isn't meant to be a proscriptive set of rules but a never ending discussion of the tools and our use to follow the pursuits that we have chosen. And sometimes that point can be missed amongst all the shiny kit reviews and latest trends.
Whether its ultralight tarp and trail shoe, 80 litre pack and two man canvas tent, or the latest/best/alternative/traditional bit of kit or area ........ it all comes down to one thing which Monty Python put so succinctly:
"Brian: Please, please, please listen! I've got one or two things to say.
Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them!
Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong! You don't NEED to follow ME, You don't NEED to follow ANYBODY! You've got to think for your selves! You're ALL individuals!
Crowd: Yes! We're all individuals!
Brian: You're all different!
Crowd: Yes, we ARE all different!
Man in crowd: I'm not...
Crowd: Sch!"
Don't be the Man in the Crowd folks. Or should that be do- confusing. Anyway - soak it all up. Try it out in safety. Take what works. Discard what doesn't. But most of all experiment whilst aware of your own skill and experience levels, and learn from whats available adapting it for what works for you.
Backpacking and wild camping will never be a 'trendy' pursuit amongst the public at large. It tends to attract those with a more individualist streak, possibly even the downright weird at times (names provided for a 'small' handling charge -lol) But its that self driven element that is part of what makes it so satisfying.
Possibly the very worst sort of people to be told what to do. But the most able, I find, to weigh up the good alongside the bad and safely find their own unique path to get more out those special places we visit all too rarely.
Yes. The writer now is not the same individual of two years ago. But one that today gets even more enjoyment, alongside an increasing number of like minded individuals, with benefits that long ago were not even considered.
Now after all that, time to blow out the birthday cake candles.
Phew!
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New Blog: Walk Dartmoor
The influence of the UK Outdoor Bloggers 'On Tour' strikes again? Well possibly.
We're a bit like chicken pox. Itchy. Persistent at times. But inevitably something that stops you going sterile when you're older.
Err .....that analogy doesn't seem to have worked out quite as I expected.
Anyway, a casual chat over a pint Saturday night; Some initial playing around with website layouts; And .......Voila.........Another Blog appears.
This time hewn from the primordial Dartmoor bogland. No doubt formed from mud, sphagnum moss...and one or two other things perhaps.
Shamus, for those who know his alter ego on Outdoors Magic talks a fair amount of sense; Knows how to place his tongue firmly into cheek when mood takes; And like most of us will undoubtedly succumb to drivel when backed into the bottom of yet another empty pint glass.
But he's also a man at one with Dartmoor's wilderness, and after talking with him it's clear the place has got under his skin. Understandable IMHO. If his knowledge of the area can be shared via his Blog then that will be a real benefit to those reading it.
Walk Dartmoor - "I am all too aware that I spend so much time running, hiking, teaching navigation and wild camping on Dartmoor that I ought to share it in some way. I enjoy photographing the moor and reading about the prehistoric people of Dartmoor; my ancestors I suppose! So I hope some of this may be of use to you"
Usually my blog recommendations are made after that difficult birthing period. But in this case I'm guessing Shamus is one of those people who will react well under pressure.
So check his Blog out and chip in any support you'd care to offer. And remember to very nice. He has a large dog with an affinity for picking up skulls.
Don't say you weren't warned.
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Tuesday, July 22
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Wash-Up
The Stats:
Day 1: To Meldon Reservoir;
Distance - 1.25 mile;
Day 2: Black-a-Tor Copse-LINTS TOR-GT & Little Kneeset-Fur Tor-Sandy Ford-Amicombe Hill-Green Tor-Nodden Gate;
Distance - 11.3 mile (18.08 km); Ascent - 847m; Average Speed - 2.4 mph
Day 3: Nodden Gate-Great Nodden-Sourton Tors-Meldon Reservoir car park;
Distance - 5.87 mile; Average Speed - 3.3 mph (edited post comment - thanks Gayle)
TOTAL: Well who cares?
Summing Up:
I've already said most of it summing up my last trip Suffice to say track finding on Dartmoor can be 'interesting' at times, and definitely not for those who worry about mud or boggy areas.
Map and compass work is a given, whatever the weather.
As Geoff used a 1:50,000 map we were able to compare the detail provided with my 1:25,000 OS. Suffice to say I'll be sticking with the more detailed version. Even then the tracks on the ground are mostly not reflected on the OS map. Get used to reading the ground and the lie of the land ahead as you move forwards. This is where my winter New Forest bogland walks come in very useful.
The valley around Amicombe Brook was quite challenging, and the crossing of Amicombe Hill itself difficult at times. Whilst not the worst land I've ever crossed it required a fair degree of concentration and will power. Definitely an area which saps the energy out of the legs with the incessant high stepping gait and regular direction changing required to make any reasonable progress onwards. Sunday morning my legs definitely felt like I'd walked much further than the eleven miles recorded.
Lessons learnt, Tips & Tricks:
Gear:
The North Face Hedgehogs turned out to be a liability. Dried out they will remain useful as street shoes, but a new pair will be on order presently. A difficult decision not to ditch them at Nodden Gate and save the dead weight. But you know what its like with that special and oh so faithful piece of gear. They've had a long life but fool on me for not heeding the warning signs of their imminent demise earlier in the month.
Food:
An opportunity to test the
JH Mash against the Asda version. Mine was full of taste, quantity and quality. The ASDA version - rubbish. Definitely worth playing around with some alternative mixes to expand the range, but basically a very quick and easy way to prep cheap instant food. (Orders are being taken BTW -lol)
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Sunday
An intentional early start with family duties requiring my presence back home in the afternoon. Not to mention my near pathological disgust of travelling the A35 on a Sunday during holiday season. A major trunk road? More like a caravan park at times, and lethal when the Sunday lunchers come out to for a gentle drive. No siree - this man had places to be and stuck behind day trippers was not in the plan.
So it was a quiet byee to those already moving, including Mick and Gayle, another early starter. Or so I thought until their later report proved my so-called early stirring to me a lie-in compared to their unfortunate overnight experiences. But hopefully those stunning early morning views were some mitigation Gayle. The sort of panoramas we dream of seeing; But are usually still busily dreaming instead.
(Nodden Gate camp-up aka it might be a crappy camera but it does movies 'innit)
Typically the day was brilliant sunshine as I followed the east bank of the stream northwards. Rewarded a few hundred metres later with the sight of a fox crossing my path apparently unperturbed as he disappeared into the lush ground cover flushing up a pheasant in the process.
Picking one of the numerous narrow tracks upwards onto the ridge I found myself on a clear track moving westwards of Great Nodden with a clear view of the land to the east of Dartmoor, my company for the next hour or so. The wind still playfully present, but on the whole A Good Day.
Eventually the track started its steady descent towards Sourton Tors and the path crossing (GR 546 896) Swinging right the view before was similarly beckoning. The high ground of Dartmoor on the right, the aerial on top of Yes Tor, a previous wildcamp spot, clearly visible today. Ahead my destination peeking cheekily between the gap in the hills.
(Meldon Reservoir & Okehampton in the distance)
Down now, the gradient becoming steeper as I followed the foot of Corn Ridge making my way back to where it had all started on Friday, with a spirited stomp back to the car, and the pleasures of the WC beckoning.
(Friday night's campsite. Sans rain clouds)
The final leg of the route alongside the resy, now very familiar, giving me the chance to fiddle with my GPS's tricks, which showed my moving average speed over that section was 3.7 mph. Just goes to show what a few days walking can do for fitness once the eye is tuned to the terrain, the body warmed up, and the feet raring to go.
But all too soon it was back in the car and on the road back heading towards Durzet.
A good weekend. A further reminder, if one was needed, of the wild land Dartmoor has to offer; That chance of solitude so easily achievable; And the easy fellowship that exists amongst my fellow Bloggers.
Later that afternoon, during a break in family festivities, I spotted a post from Alan Sloman posted earlier, via the wonders of modern technical wizardry (for as we all know, Alan is quite a Boffin, hence his nickname 'Merlin -Wizard of the Valves. Ahem)
My body may have been basking in the hot sunshine, meat on the BBQ, and a beer in hand; But my mind was back there on the moor, my spirit camped out high amongst the Dartmoor hills.
An early return is required, methinks.Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Monday, July 21
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Saturday
I awoke early Saturday, but obviously not early enough as most of the others appeared to have beat me up. With the previous evening's rain and wind Darren had narrowly avoided taking an early bath, without leaving his sleeping bag as the water found its usual path downhill via his pitch. And that could have been any of us to be honest. Luckily his choice of Hex (3?)tent and bivvy bag meant his morning ablution was still a matter of choice, rather than unexpected enforcement.
No tarps on this trip matey, not even for Geoff or Darren. Very sensible.
Mick & Gayle ably demonstrated one outcome of their 84 days on LeJoG as they worked in unison to smoothly pack away their gear, with nary a cross word or question. Last time I tried that with my partner I had to hide all sharp poky things from the vicinity. Impressive M&G.
As others followed suit I ditched the idea of a "holiday" and started to packed away the brew kit. The weather, as expected, was wet. Not necessarily raining. Yet. But a day of on/off showers was going to be the best we could hope for.
We remnants of the True Holiday Makers started the walk up the western bank of the West Okement River, oohing and ahhing at all the damned fine wildcamping spots for the future. Ones less likely to act as a catchment area for pooling as had the one on the night before. We even came across a tent with its occupants still ensconced. Now that's Proper Holiday Stuff.
Geoff and myself left Duncan, Darren, and his friend Martin to head up towards Black Tor whilst we moved on up the valley. I’d had this route in mind since I first spotted it a couple of years ago, keen to see just how far south it went and the quality of the track. Quite good as it turned out until the inevitable bog and flooded land forced a detour onto the western slopes and up to Lints Tor (GR 580 875) aka The Sphinx
(Lints Tor)
On then to contour around Great Kneeset and its smaller relation, Little Kneeset before the trudge across the increasingly common bog/stream/bog crossing up to Fur Tor (GR 587 830)
(Army tent city high on Black Ridge?)
This is the most remote of the Dartmoor Tors. Remembering the trudge up to it I’d certainly concur. But on a good day, with drier conditions underfoot great day out for a circular walk from Okehampton/Meldon Reservoir, with a choice of lowland one way and return across the tops to Yes Tor. However with low cloud and heavy rain definitely more of a challenge and only for those with good map and compass skills.
(A view from Fur Tor)
The sight of the distinctive Postbridge aerial in the distance meant a welcome chance to finally get a reasonable mobile phone signal and report 'Alls Ok' back home (Sun & T-shirt weather I was told. Hmmm. Super)
Sheltered from the ever present wind whilst taking our lunch the sun broke through the clouds. And promptly disappeared again as the wind sheered around and our haven became yet another pocket of gusts. So far we'd only been walking for a couple of hours and based on my recent Dartmoor experience during my previous trip I felt the ground, though wet, to be easy enough to move over given an acceptance that tracks had to be spotted as we went, and most footsteps were inevitably soon followed by one that would splashed.
We were wearing our waterproof jackets, more to keep out the chilly wind than rain. With the day being lights showers you just get to a point where the damned waterproof is left on really. But except for a brief trial with the leggings it was never bad enough to get us wetter than we already were, or ruin the views. And what views they were as we could look back down the valley tracing the route we had travelled already.
Crunch time. With our evening's meet-up fixed Geoff and myself debated the remainder of the route. Looking over the valley floor to the Tors on the western skyline the choice was mapped out below. Take the high, but long route? Or Go For It cutting across the valley floor?
The latter won out. Oh what poor misguided fools! In hindsight it was definitely land I wouldn’t choose to walk over again having done it the once. With the heavy rain of the day before crossing Amicombe Brook made life "interesting" (Aren’t brooks supposed to be piddly little water courses with kids sailing paper boats?) This one must have taken twenty minutes or so before we found a suitable crossing place due to the waters flow and depth. And then only by a spirited jump across into the reed bed on the far bank. With the inevitable splash and giggle as a couple of steps later we were reminded just why reed beds grow near/in water.
By now we were both getting the feel of the land we were travelling across, and the inevitable splash and mud was little more than an inevitability of our route. Even the times when the sphagnum beneath our feet seemed to sink and then ripple away before us gave little real concern. Solo I’d have probably have been a little more cautious about the route, but our joint experience level, and realistic expectation of the ground meant as a duo we could be a little more exploratory on this occasion. And to be honest it was fun honing those essential broken ground skills. From my experience of Dartmoor this was as bad as it was likely to get, so bring it on (but hey - I had spare dry socks!)
The next couple of hours were a trudge across the open moorland contouring Amicombe Hill heading towards the seemingly ever distant Green Tor. Normally I find that if the goal is in sight then movement towards feels quite rapid. But not today. We'd find sheep and cattle tracks, or an occasional paths made by a farmer's ATC, only for them to peter out within a few hundred metres. And that was the good stuff. Mostly it was a case of reading the ground ahead, and sticking to the 340 degree bearing. A task which we managed with magnificent aplomb (But god did it get monotonous after a while) Even the sight of a lizard scuttling for cover (me) or a frog (Geoff) did little to break up the trudge. Breaking out the Biltong at least meant our minds had something else to cope with, as the fibrous meat, tasty as it was, was left lodged in the gaps between the teeth. Something else to think about amongst the occasional splashes.
(Bleak House)
Finally we were near enough to the Tor and with some casting about we picked up the mine track heading down towards Nodden Gate, the pitch for the night.
But not without one reminder of the real danger of Dartmoor.
We'd both stepped in various boggy matter, usually just the one leg to the calf; Or knee at worst. But descending a small slope into the old mine workings below Bleak House (560 863) my right foot slipped into a hole and I once again found myself sitting down. But one difference. No mud or bog around me, virtually a dry slope with evidence of a good and well used path. I waggled my foot experimentally to find purchase and raise myself. But there was nothing underneath it except empty space.
Something to laugh about at the time as I gingerly pulled myself back from the gap, but a warning that whilst the open moorland may feel a difficult place at times it’s the apparently safe paths amongst the old mine workings where the true danger lies.
But this apart the journey downhill was a simple descent with fine views all around. A final manly stride through the ford (well I was past caring by now and the boots needed cleaning) where we found ourselves to be the last to arrive, the others having (mostly) opted for shorter routes.
A chance to meet up with fellow Dorset Backpackers Club member, John Yale (Hi John), on his own solo wildcamping trip. And shortly after Fossil Buff (aka FB) of Outdoors Magic fame(?), and his mate (another Martin I think)
FB didn’t get a hugely enthusiastic welcome from me initially, on account of a potentially over enthusiastic greeting from one of his dog brace as I dangled over the stream carefully removing contact lenses. But with that chore safely away, and the evening meal complete, we walked the short distance down to the Fox and Hounds at Bridestowe. Great beer. Great food. (Although Mick may yet have something to say about that considering his unexpected illness later that night) But especially great company as we bloggers et al set the world to rights.
Well OK Alan Sloman talked and we tried to butt in occasionally when ever he stopped for a sip of beer(lol) And thanks to those who plied me with free ale for an exceptionally cheap evening.
An early night after a tiring but enjoyable day. that's the south, north and west borders of Dartmoor all traversed in a month.
Undoubtedly there's gold in them thar Dartmoor hills. At least for us wildcampers who appreciate real solitude away from the crowds.
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Friday
What was to have been a leisurely journey across the south coast during Friday turned into a stew of holiday traffic, with a couple of tractors thrown in to salt the recipe. The weather, as if in cahoots with the road tribulations turned its face away from the earlier sunshine and blue skies. No surprise then that my eventual arrival at Meldon Reservoir just south of Okehampton was met with a torrential downpour.
(Looking up Meldon Reservoir)
Naturally, all taken in stride for this seasoned 'packer. I sat in the car and waited. A pleasant half hour was spent checking the map; Changing into boots; And waiting for the rain to cease and the sky to turn blue;
(And that's what makes it a reservoir and not a puddle)
I'd probably be there still if I expected that sort of climatic epiphany last Friday. Wet? There was a huddle of ducks near the car park complaining about the conditions underfoot. Or should that be webbed feet?
Familiar with the route to the well known wildcamp spot at the southern end of the water (GR 555 907) I was able to spend the short walk along the resy taking a look around with no particular urgency in mind. But once on site getting the tent up quickly was order of the day. First brew on before 3 p.m. Result.
(Hey look - that litle green tent over there is mine!)
In between the showers I unwisely opted to slip off the Scarpa boots for my camp/travel footwear - North Face XCR Hedgehogs. I'd been considering their replacement earlier in the month, but other things had intervened.
Well that was tempting fate. As I explored the banks of the stream cascading (deluging) down from Black-a-Tor Copse I realised two things.
Firstly, back at the camp spot, a couple of my fellow bloggers (Alan and Martin) had just arrived. They were eyeing my open and apparently deserted Akto. Possibly wondering whether the Beast of Bodmin was holidaying in the area?
It was then my brain received the message that my feet were damp. I don't do wet feet - too many years of motorcyling trips. But the gore tex liner had chosen this point to throw in the towel, just as my feet squelched over water sodden ground. Farewell then Hedgehogs faithful companion for the last eighteen months, and to be replaced with the same again - what higher praise is there than that?
Mulling over a change of footwear I considered the ground around me (wet, very wet, or sodden) and opted to keep my dry stuff for the morrow and live with things for that evening. Quite how the Innov8 afficionados get on with having their feet in this state ALL the time is beyond me (lol); and perhaps the weekend on Dartmoor may have them thinking the same?
My compadres suitably set-up, next to arrived was Geoff, dapper as ever and cunningly disguised as Mary Poppins to fool the rain clouds (see yesterday's pix) An unsuccessful attempt as it turned out. Nice try Geoff.
Then Mick and Gayle, (although that should really be Gayle and Mick surely as she does most of the blogging?)
Finally, around 9pm, when I'd retired to my sleeping bag, the one dry spot that I could think of amongst the incessant rain, Darren, Duncan and Martin arrived to complete this week's Blogger crowd.
Or so we thought...
(A sunny day in paradise)Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Sunday, July 20
Dartmoor Trip
A taste of things over the past few days..... more to come soon
Where the water is supposed to be, instead of where it insisted on being on the Friday!
Geoff making us all feel somewhat sartorially challenged. Or is it Nick Crane? Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 19
Fox n Hounds nr Nodden Gate
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Yes Gayle - I can drink and blog at the same time!
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
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Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
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Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
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All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
We're a bit like chicken pox. Itchy. Persistent at times. But inevitably something that stops you going sterile when you're older.
Err .....that analogy doesn't seem to have worked out quite as I expected.
Anyway, a casual chat over a pint Saturday night; Some initial playing around with website layouts; And .......Voila.........Another Blog appears.
This time hewn from the primordial Dartmoor bogland. No doubt formed from mud, sphagnum moss...and one or two other things perhaps.
Shamus, for those who know his alter ego on Outdoors Magic talks a fair amount of sense; Knows how to place his tongue firmly into cheek when mood takes; And like most of us will undoubtedly succumb to drivel when backed into the bottom of yet another empty pint glass.
But he's also a man at one with Dartmoor's wilderness, and after talking with him it's clear the place has got under his skin. Understandable IMHO. If his knowledge of the area can be shared via his Blog then that will be a real benefit to those reading it.
Walk Dartmoor - "I am all too aware that I spend so much time running, hiking, teaching navigation and wild camping on Dartmoor that I ought to share it in some way. I enjoy photographing the moor and reading about the prehistoric people of Dartmoor; my ancestors I suppose! So I hope some of this may be of use to you"
Usually my blog recommendations are made after that difficult birthing period. But in this case I'm guessing Shamus is one of those people who will react well under pressure.
So check his Blog out and chip in any support you'd care to offer. And remember to very nice. He has a large dog with an affinity for picking up skulls.
Don't say you weren't warned.
p
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Wash-Up
The Stats:
Day 1: To Meldon Reservoir;
Distance - 1.25 mile;
Day 2: Black-a-Tor Copse-LINTS TOR-GT & Little Kneeset-Fur Tor-Sandy Ford-Amicombe Hill-Green Tor-Nodden Gate;
Distance - 11.3 mile (18.08 km); Ascent - 847m; Average Speed - 2.4 mph
Day 3: Nodden Gate-Great Nodden-Sourton Tors-Meldon Reservoir car park;
Distance - 5.87 mile; Average Speed - 3.3 mph (edited post comment - thanks Gayle)
TOTAL: Well who cares?
Summing Up:
I've already said most of it summing up my last trip Suffice to say track finding on Dartmoor can be 'interesting' at times, and definitely not for those who worry about mud or boggy areas.
Map and compass work is a given, whatever the weather.
As Geoff used a 1:50,000 map we were able to compare the detail provided with my 1:25,000 OS. Suffice to say I'll be sticking with the more detailed version. Even then the tracks on the ground are mostly not reflected on the OS map. Get used to reading the ground and the lie of the land ahead as you move forwards. This is where my winter New Forest bogland walks come in very useful.
The valley around Amicombe Brook was quite challenging, and the crossing of Amicombe Hill itself difficult at times. Whilst not the worst land I've ever crossed it required a fair degree of concentration and will power. Definitely an area which saps the energy out of the legs with the incessant high stepping gait and regular direction changing required to make any reasonable progress onwards. Sunday morning my legs definitely felt like I'd walked much further than the eleven miles recorded.
Lessons learnt, Tips & Tricks:
Gear:
The North Face Hedgehogs turned out to be a liability. Dried out they will remain useful as street shoes, but a new pair will be on order presently. A difficult decision not to ditch them at Nodden Gate and save the dead weight. But you know what its like with that special and oh so faithful piece of gear. They've had a long life but fool on me for not heeding the warning signs of their imminent demise earlier in the month.
Food:
An opportunity to test the
JH Mash against the Asda version. Mine was full of taste, quantity and quality. The ASDA version - rubbish. Definitely worth playing around with some alternative mixes to expand the range, but basically a very quick and easy way to prep cheap instant food. (Orders are being taken BTW -lol)
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Sunday
An intentional early start with family duties requiring my presence back home in the afternoon. Not to mention my near pathological disgust of travelling the A35 on a Sunday during holiday season. A major trunk road? More like a caravan park at times, and lethal when the Sunday lunchers come out to for a gentle drive. No siree - this man had places to be and stuck behind day trippers was not in the plan.
So it was a quiet byee to those already moving, including Mick and Gayle, another early starter. Or so I thought until their later report proved my so-called early stirring to me a lie-in compared to their unfortunate overnight experiences. But hopefully those stunning early morning views were some mitigation Gayle. The sort of panoramas we dream of seeing; But are usually still busily dreaming instead.
(Nodden Gate camp-up aka it might be a crappy camera but it does movies 'innit)
Typically the day was brilliant sunshine as I followed the east bank of the stream northwards. Rewarded a few hundred metres later with the sight of a fox crossing my path apparently unperturbed as he disappeared into the lush ground cover flushing up a pheasant in the process.
Picking one of the numerous narrow tracks upwards onto the ridge I found myself on a clear track moving westwards of Great Nodden with a clear view of the land to the east of Dartmoor, my company for the next hour or so. The wind still playfully present, but on the whole A Good Day.
Eventually the track started its steady descent towards Sourton Tors and the path crossing (GR 546 896) Swinging right the view before was similarly beckoning. The high ground of Dartmoor on the right, the aerial on top of Yes Tor, a previous wildcamp spot, clearly visible today. Ahead my destination peeking cheekily between the gap in the hills.
(Meldon Reservoir & Okehampton in the distance)
Down now, the gradient becoming steeper as I followed the foot of Corn Ridge making my way back to where it had all started on Friday, with a spirited stomp back to the car, and the pleasures of the WC beckoning.
(Friday night's campsite. Sans rain clouds)
The final leg of the route alongside the resy, now very familiar, giving me the chance to fiddle with my GPS's tricks, which showed my moving average speed over that section was 3.7 mph. Just goes to show what a few days walking can do for fitness once the eye is tuned to the terrain, the body warmed up, and the feet raring to go.
But all too soon it was back in the car and on the road back heading towards Durzet.
A good weekend. A further reminder, if one was needed, of the wild land Dartmoor has to offer; That chance of solitude so easily achievable; And the easy fellowship that exists amongst my fellow Bloggers.
Later that afternoon, during a break in family festivities, I spotted a post from Alan Sloman posted earlier, via the wonders of modern technical wizardry (for as we all know, Alan is quite a Boffin, hence his nickname 'Merlin -Wizard of the Valves. Ahem)
My body may have been basking in the hot sunshine, meat on the BBQ, and a beer in hand; But my mind was back there on the moor, my spirit camped out high amongst the Dartmoor hills.
An early return is required, methinks.Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Monday, July 21
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Saturday
I awoke early Saturday, but obviously not early enough as most of the others appeared to have beat me up. With the previous evening's rain and wind Darren had narrowly avoided taking an early bath, without leaving his sleeping bag as the water found its usual path downhill via his pitch. And that could have been any of us to be honest. Luckily his choice of Hex (3?)tent and bivvy bag meant his morning ablution was still a matter of choice, rather than unexpected enforcement.
No tarps on this trip matey, not even for Geoff or Darren. Very sensible.
Mick & Gayle ably demonstrated one outcome of their 84 days on LeJoG as they worked in unison to smoothly pack away their gear, with nary a cross word or question. Last time I tried that with my partner I had to hide all sharp poky things from the vicinity. Impressive M&G.
As others followed suit I ditched the idea of a "holiday" and started to packed away the brew kit. The weather, as expected, was wet. Not necessarily raining. Yet. But a day of on/off showers was going to be the best we could hope for.
We remnants of the True Holiday Makers started the walk up the western bank of the West Okement River, oohing and ahhing at all the damned fine wildcamping spots for the future. Ones less likely to act as a catchment area for pooling as had the one on the night before. We even came across a tent with its occupants still ensconced. Now that's Proper Holiday Stuff.
Geoff and myself left Duncan, Darren, and his friend Martin to head up towards Black Tor whilst we moved on up the valley. I’d had this route in mind since I first spotted it a couple of years ago, keen to see just how far south it went and the quality of the track. Quite good as it turned out until the inevitable bog and flooded land forced a detour onto the western slopes and up to Lints Tor (GR 580 875) aka The Sphinx
(Lints Tor)
On then to contour around Great Kneeset and its smaller relation, Little Kneeset before the trudge across the increasingly common bog/stream/bog crossing up to Fur Tor (GR 587 830)
(Army tent city high on Black Ridge?)
This is the most remote of the Dartmoor Tors. Remembering the trudge up to it I’d certainly concur. But on a good day, with drier conditions underfoot great day out for a circular walk from Okehampton/Meldon Reservoir, with a choice of lowland one way and return across the tops to Yes Tor. However with low cloud and heavy rain definitely more of a challenge and only for those with good map and compass skills.
(A view from Fur Tor)
The sight of the distinctive Postbridge aerial in the distance meant a welcome chance to finally get a reasonable mobile phone signal and report 'Alls Ok' back home (Sun & T-shirt weather I was told. Hmmm. Super)
Sheltered from the ever present wind whilst taking our lunch the sun broke through the clouds. And promptly disappeared again as the wind sheered around and our haven became yet another pocket of gusts. So far we'd only been walking for a couple of hours and based on my recent Dartmoor experience during my previous trip I felt the ground, though wet, to be easy enough to move over given an acceptance that tracks had to be spotted as we went, and most footsteps were inevitably soon followed by one that would splashed.
We were wearing our waterproof jackets, more to keep out the chilly wind than rain. With the day being lights showers you just get to a point where the damned waterproof is left on really. But except for a brief trial with the leggings it was never bad enough to get us wetter than we already were, or ruin the views. And what views they were as we could look back down the valley tracing the route we had travelled already.
Crunch time. With our evening's meet-up fixed Geoff and myself debated the remainder of the route. Looking over the valley floor to the Tors on the western skyline the choice was mapped out below. Take the high, but long route? Or Go For It cutting across the valley floor?
The latter won out. Oh what poor misguided fools! In hindsight it was definitely land I wouldn’t choose to walk over again having done it the once. With the heavy rain of the day before crossing Amicombe Brook made life "interesting" (Aren’t brooks supposed to be piddly little water courses with kids sailing paper boats?) This one must have taken twenty minutes or so before we found a suitable crossing place due to the waters flow and depth. And then only by a spirited jump across into the reed bed on the far bank. With the inevitable splash and giggle as a couple of steps later we were reminded just why reed beds grow near/in water.
By now we were both getting the feel of the land we were travelling across, and the inevitable splash and mud was little more than an inevitability of our route. Even the times when the sphagnum beneath our feet seemed to sink and then ripple away before us gave little real concern. Solo I’d have probably have been a little more cautious about the route, but our joint experience level, and realistic expectation of the ground meant as a duo we could be a little more exploratory on this occasion. And to be honest it was fun honing those essential broken ground skills. From my experience of Dartmoor this was as bad as it was likely to get, so bring it on (but hey - I had spare dry socks!)
The next couple of hours were a trudge across the open moorland contouring Amicombe Hill heading towards the seemingly ever distant Green Tor. Normally I find that if the goal is in sight then movement towards feels quite rapid. But not today. We'd find sheep and cattle tracks, or an occasional paths made by a farmer's ATC, only for them to peter out within a few hundred metres. And that was the good stuff. Mostly it was a case of reading the ground ahead, and sticking to the 340 degree bearing. A task which we managed with magnificent aplomb (But god did it get monotonous after a while) Even the sight of a lizard scuttling for cover (me) or a frog (Geoff) did little to break up the trudge. Breaking out the Biltong at least meant our minds had something else to cope with, as the fibrous meat, tasty as it was, was left lodged in the gaps between the teeth. Something else to think about amongst the occasional splashes.
(Bleak House)
Finally we were near enough to the Tor and with some casting about we picked up the mine track heading down towards Nodden Gate, the pitch for the night.
But not without one reminder of the real danger of Dartmoor.
We'd both stepped in various boggy matter, usually just the one leg to the calf; Or knee at worst. But descending a small slope into the old mine workings below Bleak House (560 863) my right foot slipped into a hole and I once again found myself sitting down. But one difference. No mud or bog around me, virtually a dry slope with evidence of a good and well used path. I waggled my foot experimentally to find purchase and raise myself. But there was nothing underneath it except empty space.
Something to laugh about at the time as I gingerly pulled myself back from the gap, but a warning that whilst the open moorland may feel a difficult place at times it’s the apparently safe paths amongst the old mine workings where the true danger lies.
But this apart the journey downhill was a simple descent with fine views all around. A final manly stride through the ford (well I was past caring by now and the boots needed cleaning) where we found ourselves to be the last to arrive, the others having (mostly) opted for shorter routes.
A chance to meet up with fellow Dorset Backpackers Club member, John Yale (Hi John), on his own solo wildcamping trip. And shortly after Fossil Buff (aka FB) of Outdoors Magic fame(?), and his mate (another Martin I think)
FB didn’t get a hugely enthusiastic welcome from me initially, on account of a potentially over enthusiastic greeting from one of his dog brace as I dangled over the stream carefully removing contact lenses. But with that chore safely away, and the evening meal complete, we walked the short distance down to the Fox and Hounds at Bridestowe. Great beer. Great food. (Although Mick may yet have something to say about that considering his unexpected illness later that night) But especially great company as we bloggers et al set the world to rights.
Well OK Alan Sloman talked and we tried to butt in occasionally when ever he stopped for a sip of beer(lol) And thanks to those who plied me with free ale for an exceptionally cheap evening.
An early night after a tiring but enjoyable day. that's the south, north and west borders of Dartmoor all traversed in a month.
Undoubtedly there's gold in them thar Dartmoor hills. At least for us wildcampers who appreciate real solitude away from the crowds.
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Friday
What was to have been a leisurely journey across the south coast during Friday turned into a stew of holiday traffic, with a couple of tractors thrown in to salt the recipe. The weather, as if in cahoots with the road tribulations turned its face away from the earlier sunshine and blue skies. No surprise then that my eventual arrival at Meldon Reservoir just south of Okehampton was met with a torrential downpour.
(Looking up Meldon Reservoir)
Naturally, all taken in stride for this seasoned 'packer. I sat in the car and waited. A pleasant half hour was spent checking the map; Changing into boots; And waiting for the rain to cease and the sky to turn blue;
(And that's what makes it a reservoir and not a puddle)
I'd probably be there still if I expected that sort of climatic epiphany last Friday. Wet? There was a huddle of ducks near the car park complaining about the conditions underfoot. Or should that be webbed feet?
Familiar with the route to the well known wildcamp spot at the southern end of the water (GR 555 907) I was able to spend the short walk along the resy taking a look around with no particular urgency in mind. But once on site getting the tent up quickly was order of the day. First brew on before 3 p.m. Result.
(Hey look - that litle green tent over there is mine!)
In between the showers I unwisely opted to slip off the Scarpa boots for my camp/travel footwear - North Face XCR Hedgehogs. I'd been considering their replacement earlier in the month, but other things had intervened.
Well that was tempting fate. As I explored the banks of the stream cascading (deluging) down from Black-a-Tor Copse I realised two things.
Firstly, back at the camp spot, a couple of my fellow bloggers (Alan and Martin) had just arrived. They were eyeing my open and apparently deserted Akto. Possibly wondering whether the Beast of Bodmin was holidaying in the area?
It was then my brain received the message that my feet were damp. I don't do wet feet - too many years of motorcyling trips. But the gore tex liner had chosen this point to throw in the towel, just as my feet squelched over water sodden ground. Farewell then Hedgehogs faithful companion for the last eighteen months, and to be replaced with the same again - what higher praise is there than that?
Mulling over a change of footwear I considered the ground around me (wet, very wet, or sodden) and opted to keep my dry stuff for the morrow and live with things for that evening. Quite how the Innov8 afficionados get on with having their feet in this state ALL the time is beyond me (lol); and perhaps the weekend on Dartmoor may have them thinking the same?
My compadres suitably set-up, next to arrived was Geoff, dapper as ever and cunningly disguised as Mary Poppins to fool the rain clouds (see yesterday's pix) An unsuccessful attempt as it turned out. Nice try Geoff.
Then Mick and Gayle, (although that should really be Gayle and Mick surely as she does most of the blogging?)
Finally, around 9pm, when I'd retired to my sleeping bag, the one dry spot that I could think of amongst the incessant rain, Darren, Duncan and Martin arrived to complete this week's Blogger crowd.
Or so we thought...
(A sunny day in paradise)Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Sunday, July 20
Dartmoor Trip
A taste of things over the past few days..... more to come soon
Where the water is supposed to be, instead of where it insisted on being on the Friday!
Geoff making us all feel somewhat sartorially challenged. Or is it Nick Crane? Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 19
Fox n Hounds nr Nodden Gate
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Yes Gayle - I can drink and blog at the same time!
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
Labels: E-Petition-Wildcamping, TGO Challenge, UK Outdoors Blogger
Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
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Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
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The Stats:
Day 1: To Meldon Reservoir;
Distance - 1.25 mile;
Day 2: Black-a-Tor Copse-LINTS TOR-GT & Little Kneeset-Fur Tor-Sandy Ford-Amicombe Hill-Green Tor-Nodden Gate;
Distance - 11.3 mile (18.08 km); Ascent - 847m; Average Speed - 2.4 mph
Day 3: Nodden Gate-Great Nodden-Sourton Tors-Meldon Reservoir car park;
Distance - 5.87 mile; Average Speed - 3.3 mph (edited post comment - thanks Gayle)
TOTAL: Well who cares?
Summing Up:
I've already said most of it summing up my last trip Suffice to say track finding on Dartmoor can be 'interesting' at times, and definitely not for those who worry about mud or boggy areas.
Map and compass work is a given, whatever the weather.
As Geoff used a 1:50,000 map we were able to compare the detail provided with my 1:25,000 OS. Suffice to say I'll be sticking with the more detailed version. Even then the tracks on the ground are mostly not reflected on the OS map. Get used to reading the ground and the lie of the land ahead as you move forwards. This is where my winter New Forest bogland walks come in very useful.
The valley around Amicombe Brook was quite challenging, and the crossing of Amicombe Hill itself difficult at times. Whilst not the worst land I've ever crossed it required a fair degree of concentration and will power. Definitely an area which saps the energy out of the legs with the incessant high stepping gait and regular direction changing required to make any reasonable progress onwards. Sunday morning my legs definitely felt like I'd walked much further than the eleven miles recorded.
Lessons learnt, Tips & Tricks:
Gear:
The North Face Hedgehogs turned out to be a liability. Dried out they will remain useful as street shoes, but a new pair will be on order presently. A difficult decision not to ditch them at Nodden Gate and save the dead weight. But you know what its like with that special and oh so faithful piece of gear. They've had a long life but fool on me for not heeding the warning signs of their imminent demise earlier in the month.
Food:
An opportunity to test the
JH Mash against the Asda version. Mine was full of taste, quantity and quality. The ASDA version - rubbish. Definitely worth playing around with some alternative mixes to expand the range, but basically a very quick and easy way to prep cheap instant food.(Orders are being taken BTW -lol)
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Sunday
An intentional early start with family duties requiring my presence back home in the afternoon. Not to mention my near pathological disgust of travelling the A35 on a Sunday during holiday season. A major trunk road? More like a caravan park at times, and lethal when the Sunday lunchers come out to for a gentle drive. No siree - this man had places to be and stuck behind day trippers was not in the plan.
So it was a quiet byee to those already moving, including Mick and Gayle, another early starter. Or so I thought until their later report proved my so-called early stirring to me a lie-in compared to their unfortunate overnight experiences. But hopefully those stunning early morning views were some mitigation Gayle. The sort of panoramas we dream of seeing; But are usually still busily dreaming instead.
(Nodden Gate camp-up aka it might be a crappy camera but it does movies 'innit)
Typically the day was brilliant sunshine as I followed the east bank of the stream northwards. Rewarded a few hundred metres later with the sight of a fox crossing my path apparently unperturbed as he disappeared into the lush ground cover flushing up a pheasant in the process.
Picking one of the numerous narrow tracks upwards onto the ridge I found myself on a clear track moving westwards of Great Nodden with a clear view of the land to the east of Dartmoor, my company for the next hour or so. The wind still playfully present, but on the whole A Good Day.
Eventually the track started its steady descent towards Sourton Tors and the path crossing (GR 546 896) Swinging right the view before was similarly beckoning. The high ground of Dartmoor on the right, the aerial on top of Yes Tor, a previous wildcamp spot, clearly visible today. Ahead my destination peeking cheekily between the gap in the hills.
(Meldon Reservoir & Okehampton in the distance)
Down now, the gradient becoming steeper as I followed the foot of Corn Ridge making my way back to where it had all started on Friday, with a spirited stomp back to the car, and the pleasures of the WC beckoning.
(Friday night's campsite. Sans rain clouds)
The final leg of the route alongside the resy, now very familiar, giving me the chance to fiddle with my GPS's tricks, which showed my moving average speed over that section was 3.7 mph. Just goes to show what a few days walking can do for fitness once the eye is tuned to the terrain, the body warmed up, and the feet raring to go.
But all too soon it was back in the car and on the road back heading towards Durzet.
A good weekend. A further reminder, if one was needed, of the wild land Dartmoor has to offer; That chance of solitude so easily achievable; And the easy fellowship that exists amongst my fellow Bloggers.
Later that afternoon, during a break in family festivities, I spotted a post from Alan Sloman posted earlier, via the wonders of modern technical wizardry (for as we all know, Alan is quite a Boffin, hence his nickname 'Merlin -Wizard of the Valves. Ahem)
My body may have been basking in the hot sunshine, meat on the BBQ, and a beer in hand; But my mind was back there on the moor, my spirit camped out high amongst the Dartmoor hills.
An early return is required, methinks.Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Monday, July 21
UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Saturday
I awoke early Saturday, but obviously not early enough as most of the others appeared to have beat me up. With the previous evening's rain and wind Darren had narrowly avoided taking an early bath, without leaving his sleeping bag as the water found its usual path downhill via his pitch. And that could have been any of us to be honest. Luckily his choice of Hex (3?)tent and bivvy bag meant his morning ablution was still a matter of choice, rather than unexpected enforcement.
No tarps on this trip matey, not even for Geoff or Darren. Very sensible.
Mick & Gayle ably demonstrated one outcome of their 84 days on LeJoG as they worked in unison to smoothly pack away their gear, with nary a cross word or question. Last time I tried that with my partner I had to hide all sharp poky things from the vicinity. Impressive M&G.
As others followed suit I ditched the idea of a "holiday" and started to packed away the brew kit. The weather, as expected, was wet. Not necessarily raining. Yet. But a day of on/off showers was going to be the best we could hope for.
We remnants of the True Holiday Makers started the walk up the western bank of the West Okement River, oohing and ahhing at all the damned fine wildcamping spots for the future. Ones less likely to act as a catchment area for pooling as had the one on the night before. We even came across a tent with its occupants still ensconced. Now that's Proper Holiday Stuff.
Geoff and myself left Duncan, Darren, and his friend Martin to head up towards Black Tor whilst we moved on up the valley. I’d had this route in mind since I first spotted it a couple of years ago, keen to see just how far south it went and the quality of the track. Quite good as it turned out until the inevitable bog and flooded land forced a detour onto the western slopes and up to Lints Tor (GR 580 875) aka The Sphinx
(Lints Tor)
On then to contour around Great Kneeset and its smaller relation, Little Kneeset before the trudge across the increasingly common bog/stream/bog crossing up to Fur Tor (GR 587 830)
(Army tent city high on Black Ridge?)
This is the most remote of the Dartmoor Tors. Remembering the trudge up to it I’d certainly concur. But on a good day, with drier conditions underfoot great day out for a circular walk from Okehampton/Meldon Reservoir, with a choice of lowland one way and return across the tops to Yes Tor. However with low cloud and heavy rain definitely more of a challenge and only for those with good map and compass skills.
(A view from Fur Tor)
The sight of the distinctive Postbridge aerial in the distance meant a welcome chance to finally get a reasonable mobile phone signal and report 'Alls Ok' back home (Sun & T-shirt weather I was told. Hmmm. Super)
Sheltered from the ever present wind whilst taking our lunch the sun broke through the clouds. And promptly disappeared again as the wind sheered around and our haven became yet another pocket of gusts. So far we'd only been walking for a couple of hours and based on my recent Dartmoor experience during my previous trip I felt the ground, though wet, to be easy enough to move over given an acceptance that tracks had to be spotted as we went, and most footsteps were inevitably soon followed by one that would splashed.
We were wearing our waterproof jackets, more to keep out the chilly wind than rain. With the day being lights showers you just get to a point where the damned waterproof is left on really. But except for a brief trial with the leggings it was never bad enough to get us wetter than we already were, or ruin the views. And what views they were as we could look back down the valley tracing the route we had travelled already.
Crunch time. With our evening's meet-up fixed Geoff and myself debated the remainder of the route. Looking over the valley floor to the Tors on the western skyline the choice was mapped out below. Take the high, but long route? Or Go For It cutting across the valley floor?
The latter won out. Oh what poor misguided fools! In hindsight it was definitely land I wouldn’t choose to walk over again having done it the once. With the heavy rain of the day before crossing Amicombe Brook made life "interesting" (Aren’t brooks supposed to be piddly little water courses with kids sailing paper boats?) This one must have taken twenty minutes or so before we found a suitable crossing place due to the waters flow and depth. And then only by a spirited jump across into the reed bed on the far bank. With the inevitable splash and giggle as a couple of steps later we were reminded just why reed beds grow near/in water.
By now we were both getting the feel of the land we were travelling across, and the inevitable splash and mud was little more than an inevitability of our route. Even the times when the sphagnum beneath our feet seemed to sink and then ripple away before us gave little real concern. Solo I’d have probably have been a little more cautious about the route, but our joint experience level, and realistic expectation of the ground meant as a duo we could be a little more exploratory on this occasion. And to be honest it was fun honing those essential broken ground skills. From my experience of Dartmoor this was as bad as it was likely to get, so bring it on (but hey - I had spare dry socks!)
The next couple of hours were a trudge across the open moorland contouring Amicombe Hill heading towards the seemingly ever distant Green Tor. Normally I find that if the goal is in sight then movement towards feels quite rapid. But not today. We'd find sheep and cattle tracks, or an occasional paths made by a farmer's ATC, only for them to peter out within a few hundred metres. And that was the good stuff. Mostly it was a case of reading the ground ahead, and sticking to the 340 degree bearing. A task which we managed with magnificent aplomb (But god did it get monotonous after a while) Even the sight of a lizard scuttling for cover (me) or a frog (Geoff) did little to break up the trudge. Breaking out the Biltong at least meant our minds had something else to cope with, as the fibrous meat, tasty as it was, was left lodged in the gaps between the teeth. Something else to think about amongst the occasional splashes.
(Bleak House)
Finally we were near enough to the Tor and with some casting about we picked up the mine track heading down towards Nodden Gate, the pitch for the night.
But not without one reminder of the real danger of Dartmoor.
We'd both stepped in various boggy matter, usually just the one leg to the calf; Or knee at worst. But descending a small slope into the old mine workings below Bleak House (560 863) my right foot slipped into a hole and I once again found myself sitting down. But one difference. No mud or bog around me, virtually a dry slope with evidence of a good and well used path. I waggled my foot experimentally to find purchase and raise myself. But there was nothing underneath it except empty space.
Something to laugh about at the time as I gingerly pulled myself back from the gap, but a warning that whilst the open moorland may feel a difficult place at times it’s the apparently safe paths amongst the old mine workings where the true danger lies.
But this apart the journey downhill was a simple descent with fine views all around. A final manly stride through the ford (well I was past caring by now and the boots needed cleaning) where we found ourselves to be the last to arrive, the others having (mostly) opted for shorter routes.
A chance to meet up with fellow Dorset Backpackers Club member, John Yale (Hi John), on his own solo wildcamping trip. And shortly after Fossil Buff (aka FB) of Outdoors Magic fame(?), and his mate (another Martin I think)
FB didn’t get a hugely enthusiastic welcome from me initially, on account of a potentially over enthusiastic greeting from one of his dog brace as I dangled over the stream carefully removing contact lenses. But with that chore safely away, and the evening meal complete, we walked the short distance down to the Fox and Hounds at Bridestowe. Great beer. Great food. (Although Mick may yet have something to say about that considering his unexpected illness later that night) But especially great company as we bloggers et al set the world to rights.
Well OK Alan Sloman talked and we tried to butt in occasionally when ever he stopped for a sip of beer(lol) And thanks to those who plied me with free ale for an exceptionally cheap evening.
An early night after a tiring but enjoyable day. that's the south, north and west borders of Dartmoor all traversed in a month.
Undoubtedly there's gold in them thar Dartmoor hills. At least for us wildcampers who appreciate real solitude away from the crowds.
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Friday
What was to have been a leisurely journey across the south coast during Friday turned into a stew of holiday traffic, with a couple of tractors thrown in to salt the recipe. The weather, as if in cahoots with the road tribulations turned its face away from the earlier sunshine and blue skies. No surprise then that my eventual arrival at Meldon Reservoir just south of Okehampton was met with a torrential downpour.
(Looking up Meldon Reservoir)
Naturally, all taken in stride for this seasoned 'packer. I sat in the car and waited. A pleasant half hour was spent checking the map; Changing into boots; And waiting for the rain to cease and the sky to turn blue;
(And that's what makes it a reservoir and not a puddle)
I'd probably be there still if I expected that sort of climatic epiphany last Friday. Wet? There was a huddle of ducks near the car park complaining about the conditions underfoot. Or should that be webbed feet?
Familiar with the route to the well known wildcamp spot at the southern end of the water (GR 555 907) I was able to spend the short walk along the resy taking a look around with no particular urgency in mind. But once on site getting the tent up quickly was order of the day. First brew on before 3 p.m. Result.
(Hey look - that litle green tent over there is mine!)
In between the showers I unwisely opted to slip off the Scarpa boots for my camp/travel footwear - North Face XCR Hedgehogs. I'd been considering their replacement earlier in the month, but other things had intervened.
Well that was tempting fate. As I explored the banks of the stream cascading (deluging) down from Black-a-Tor Copse I realised two things.
Firstly, back at the camp spot, a couple of my fellow bloggers (Alan and Martin) had just arrived. They were eyeing my open and apparently deserted Akto. Possibly wondering whether the Beast of Bodmin was holidaying in the area?
It was then my brain received the message that my feet were damp. I don't do wet feet - too many years of motorcyling trips. But the gore tex liner had chosen this point to throw in the towel, just as my feet squelched over water sodden ground. Farewell then Hedgehogs faithful companion for the last eighteen months, and to be replaced with the same again - what higher praise is there than that?
Mulling over a change of footwear I considered the ground around me (wet, very wet, or sodden) and opted to keep my dry stuff for the morrow and live with things for that evening. Quite how the Innov8 afficionados get on with having their feet in this state ALL the time is beyond me (lol); and perhaps the weekend on Dartmoor may have them thinking the same?
My compadres suitably set-up, next to arrived was Geoff, dapper as ever and cunningly disguised as Mary Poppins to fool the rain clouds (see yesterday's pix) An unsuccessful attempt as it turned out. Nice try Geoff.
Then Mick and Gayle, (although that should really be Gayle and Mick surely as she does most of the blogging?)
Finally, around 9pm, when I'd retired to my sleeping bag, the one dry spot that I could think of amongst the incessant rain, Darren, Duncan and Martin arrived to complete this week's Blogger crowd.
Or so we thought...
(A sunny day in paradise)Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Sunday, July 20
Dartmoor Trip
A taste of things over the past few days..... more to come soon
Where the water is supposed to be, instead of where it insisted on being on the Friday!
Geoff making us all feel somewhat sartorially challenged. Or is it Nick Crane? Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 19
Fox n Hounds nr Nodden Gate
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Yes Gayle - I can drink and blog at the same time!
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
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Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
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Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
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So it was a quiet byee to those already moving, including Mick and Gayle, another early starter. Or so I thought until their later report proved my so-called early stirring to me a lie-in compared to their unfortunate overnight experiences. But hopefully those stunning early morning views were some mitigation Gayle. The sort of panoramas we dream of seeing; But are usually still busily dreaming instead.
(Nodden Gate camp-up aka it might be a crappy camera but it does movies 'innit)
Typically the day was brilliant sunshine as I followed the east bank of the stream northwards. Rewarded a few hundred metres later with the sight of a fox crossing my path apparently unperturbed as he disappeared into the lush ground cover flushing up a pheasant in the process.
Picking one of the numerous narrow tracks upwards onto the ridge I found myself on a clear track moving westwards of Great Nodden with a clear view of the land to the east of Dartmoor, my company for the next hour or so. The wind still playfully present, but on the whole A Good Day.
Eventually the track started its steady descent towards Sourton Tors and the path crossing (GR 546 896) Swinging right the view before was similarly beckoning. The high ground of Dartmoor on the right, the aerial on top of Yes Tor, a previous wildcamp spot, clearly visible today. Ahead my destination peeking cheekily between the gap in the hills.
(Meldon Reservoir & Okehampton in the distance)
Down now, the gradient becoming steeper as I followed the foot of Corn Ridge making my way back to where it had all started on Friday, with a spirited stomp back to the car, and the pleasures of the WC beckoning.
(Friday night's campsite. Sans rain clouds)
The final leg of the route alongside the resy, now very familiar, giving me the chance to fiddle with my GPS's tricks, which showed my moving average speed over that section was 3.7 mph. Just goes to show what a few days walking can do for fitness once the eye is tuned to the terrain, the body warmed up, and the feet raring to go.
But all too soon it was back in the car and on the road back heading towards Durzet.
A good weekend. A further reminder, if one was needed, of the wild land Dartmoor has to offer; That chance of solitude so easily achievable; And the easy fellowship that exists amongst my fellow Bloggers.
Later that afternoon, during a break in family festivities, I spotted a post from Alan Sloman posted earlier, via the wonders of modern technical wizardry (for as we all know, Alan is quite a Boffin, hence his nickname 'Merlin -Wizard of the Valves. Ahem)
My body may have been basking in the hot sunshine, meat on the BBQ, and a beer in hand; But my mind was back there on the moor, my spirit camped out high amongst the Dartmoor hills.
An early return is required, methinks.
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Saturday
I awoke early Saturday, but obviously not early enough as most of the others appeared to have beat me up. With the previous evening's rain and wind Darren had narrowly avoided taking an early bath, without leaving his sleeping bag as the water found its usual path downhill via his pitch. And that could have been any of us to be honest. Luckily his choice of Hex (3?)tent and bivvy bag meant his morning ablution was still a matter of choice, rather than unexpected enforcement.
No tarps on this trip matey, not even for Geoff or Darren. Very sensible.
Mick & Gayle ably demonstrated one outcome of their 84 days on LeJoG as they worked in unison to smoothly pack away their gear, with nary a cross word or question. Last time I tried that with my partner I had to hide all sharp poky things from the vicinity. Impressive M&G.
As others followed suit I ditched the idea of a "holiday" and started to packed away the brew kit. The weather, as expected, was wet. Not necessarily raining. Yet. But a day of on/off showers was going to be the best we could hope for.
We remnants of the True Holiday Makers started the walk up the western bank of the West Okement River, oohing and ahhing at all the damned fine wildcamping spots for the future. Ones less likely to act as a catchment area for pooling as had the one on the night before. We even came across a tent with its occupants still ensconced. Now that's Proper Holiday Stuff.
Geoff and myself left Duncan, Darren, and his friend Martin to head up towards Black Tor whilst we moved on up the valley. I’d had this route in mind since I first spotted it a couple of years ago, keen to see just how far south it went and the quality of the track. Quite good as it turned out until the inevitable bog and flooded land forced a detour onto the western slopes and up to Lints Tor (GR 580 875) aka The Sphinx
(Lints Tor)
On then to contour around Great Kneeset and its smaller relation, Little Kneeset before the trudge across the increasingly common bog/stream/bog crossing up to Fur Tor (GR 587 830)
(Army tent city high on Black Ridge?)
This is the most remote of the Dartmoor Tors. Remembering the trudge up to it I’d certainly concur. But on a good day, with drier conditions underfoot great day out for a circular walk from Okehampton/Meldon Reservoir, with a choice of lowland one way and return across the tops to Yes Tor. However with low cloud and heavy rain definitely more of a challenge and only for those with good map and compass skills.
(A view from Fur Tor)
The sight of the distinctive Postbridge aerial in the distance meant a welcome chance to finally get a reasonable mobile phone signal and report 'Alls Ok' back home (Sun & T-shirt weather I was told. Hmmm. Super)
Sheltered from the ever present wind whilst taking our lunch the sun broke through the clouds. And promptly disappeared again as the wind sheered around and our haven became yet another pocket of gusts. So far we'd only been walking for a couple of hours and based on my recent Dartmoor experience during my previous trip I felt the ground, though wet, to be easy enough to move over given an acceptance that tracks had to be spotted as we went, and most footsteps were inevitably soon followed by one that would splashed.
We were wearing our waterproof jackets, more to keep out the chilly wind than rain. With the day being lights showers you just get to a point where the damned waterproof is left on really. But except for a brief trial with the leggings it was never bad enough to get us wetter than we already were, or ruin the views. And what views they were as we could look back down the valley tracing the route we had travelled already.
Crunch time. With our evening's meet-up fixed Geoff and myself debated the remainder of the route. Looking over the valley floor to the Tors on the western skyline the choice was mapped out below. Take the high, but long route? Or Go For It cutting across the valley floor?
The latter won out. Oh what poor misguided fools! In hindsight it was definitely land I wouldn’t choose to walk over again having done it the once. With the heavy rain of the day before crossing Amicombe Brook made life "interesting" (Aren’t brooks supposed to be piddly little water courses with kids sailing paper boats?) This one must have taken twenty minutes or so before we found a suitable crossing place due to the waters flow and depth. And then only by a spirited jump across into the reed bed on the far bank. With the inevitable splash and giggle as a couple of steps later we were reminded just why reed beds grow near/in water.
By now we were both getting the feel of the land we were travelling across, and the inevitable splash and mud was little more than an inevitability of our route. Even the times when the sphagnum beneath our feet seemed to sink and then ripple away before us gave little real concern. Solo I’d have probably have been a little more cautious about the route, but our joint experience level, and realistic expectation of the ground meant as a duo we could be a little more exploratory on this occasion. And to be honest it was fun honing those essential broken ground skills. From my experience of Dartmoor this was as bad as it was likely to get, so bring it on (but hey - I had spare dry socks!)
The next couple of hours were a trudge across the open moorland contouring Amicombe Hill heading towards the seemingly ever distant Green Tor. Normally I find that if the goal is in sight then movement towards feels quite rapid. But not today. We'd find sheep and cattle tracks, or an occasional paths made by a farmer's ATC, only for them to peter out within a few hundred metres. And that was the good stuff. Mostly it was a case of reading the ground ahead, and sticking to the 340 degree bearing. A task which we managed with magnificent aplomb (But god did it get monotonous after a while) Even the sight of a lizard scuttling for cover (me) or a frog (Geoff) did little to break up the trudge. Breaking out the Biltong at least meant our minds had something else to cope with, as the fibrous meat, tasty as it was, was left lodged in the gaps between the teeth. Something else to think about amongst the occasional splashes.
(Bleak House)
Finally we were near enough to the Tor and with some casting about we picked up the mine track heading down towards Nodden Gate, the pitch for the night.
But not without one reminder of the real danger of Dartmoor.
We'd both stepped in various boggy matter, usually just the one leg to the calf; Or knee at worst. But descending a small slope into the old mine workings below Bleak House (560 863) my right foot slipped into a hole and I once again found myself sitting down. But one difference. No mud or bog around me, virtually a dry slope with evidence of a good and well used path. I waggled my foot experimentally to find purchase and raise myself. But there was nothing underneath it except empty space.
Something to laugh about at the time as I gingerly pulled myself back from the gap, but a warning that whilst the open moorland may feel a difficult place at times it’s the apparently safe paths amongst the old mine workings where the true danger lies.
But this apart the journey downhill was a simple descent with fine views all around. A final manly stride through the ford (well I was past caring by now and the boots needed cleaning) where we found ourselves to be the last to arrive, the others having (mostly) opted for shorter routes.
A chance to meet up with fellow Dorset Backpackers Club member, John Yale (Hi John), on his own solo wildcamping trip. And shortly after Fossil Buff (aka FB) of Outdoors Magic fame(?), and his mate (another Martin I think)
FB didn’t get a hugely enthusiastic welcome from me initially, on account of a potentially over enthusiastic greeting from one of his dog brace as I dangled over the stream carefully removing contact lenses. But with that chore safely away, and the evening meal complete, we walked the short distance down to the Fox and Hounds at Bridestowe. Great beer. Great food. (Although Mick may yet have something to say about that considering his unexpected illness later that night) But especially great company as we bloggers et al set the world to rights.
Well OK Alan Sloman talked and we tried to butt in occasionally when ever he stopped for a sip of beer(lol) And thanks to those who plied me with free ale for an exceptionally cheap evening.
An early night after a tiring but enjoyable day. that's the south, north and west borders of Dartmoor all traversed in a month.
Undoubtedly there's gold in them thar Dartmoor hills. At least for us wildcampers who appreciate real solitude away from the crowds.
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Friday
What was to have been a leisurely journey across the south coast during Friday turned into a stew of holiday traffic, with a couple of tractors thrown in to salt the recipe. The weather, as if in cahoots with the road tribulations turned its face away from the earlier sunshine and blue skies. No surprise then that my eventual arrival at Meldon Reservoir just south of Okehampton was met with a torrential downpour.
(Looking up Meldon Reservoir)
Naturally, all taken in stride for this seasoned 'packer. I sat in the car and waited. A pleasant half hour was spent checking the map; Changing into boots; And waiting for the rain to cease and the sky to turn blue;
(And that's what makes it a reservoir and not a puddle)
I'd probably be there still if I expected that sort of climatic epiphany last Friday. Wet? There was a huddle of ducks near the car park complaining about the conditions underfoot. Or should that be webbed feet?
Familiar with the route to the well known wildcamp spot at the southern end of the water (GR 555 907) I was able to spend the short walk along the resy taking a look around with no particular urgency in mind. But once on site getting the tent up quickly was order of the day. First brew on before 3 p.m. Result.
(Hey look - that litle green tent over there is mine!)
In between the showers I unwisely opted to slip off the Scarpa boots for my camp/travel footwear - North Face XCR Hedgehogs. I'd been considering their replacement earlier in the month, but other things had intervened.
Well that was tempting fate. As I explored the banks of the stream cascading (deluging) down from Black-a-Tor Copse I realised two things.
Firstly, back at the camp spot, a couple of my fellow bloggers (Alan and Martin) had just arrived. They were eyeing my open and apparently deserted Akto. Possibly wondering whether the Beast of Bodmin was holidaying in the area?
It was then my brain received the message that my feet were damp. I don't do wet feet - too many years of motorcyling trips. But the gore tex liner had chosen this point to throw in the towel, just as my feet squelched over water sodden ground. Farewell then Hedgehogs faithful companion for the last eighteen months, and to be replaced with the same again - what higher praise is there than that?
Mulling over a change of footwear I considered the ground around me (wet, very wet, or sodden) and opted to keep my dry stuff for the morrow and live with things for that evening. Quite how the Innov8 afficionados get on with having their feet in this state ALL the time is beyond me (lol); and perhaps the weekend on Dartmoor may have them thinking the same?
My compadres suitably set-up, next to arrived was Geoff, dapper as ever and cunningly disguised as Mary Poppins to fool the rain clouds (see yesterday's pix) An unsuccessful attempt as it turned out. Nice try Geoff.
Then Mick and Gayle, (although that should really be Gayle and Mick surely as she does most of the blogging?)
Finally, around 9pm, when I'd retired to my sleeping bag, the one dry spot that I could think of amongst the incessant rain, Darren, Duncan and Martin arrived to complete this week's Blogger crowd.
Or so we thought...
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Sunday, July 20
Dartmoor Trip
A taste of things over the past few days..... more to come soon
Where the water is supposed to be, instead of where it insisted on being on the Friday!
Geoff making us all feel somewhat sartorially challenged. Or is it Nick Crane? Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 19
Fox n Hounds nr Nodden Gate
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
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Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
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Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
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No tarps on this trip matey, not even for Geoff or Darren. Very sensible.
Mick & Gayle ably demonstrated one outcome of their 84 days on LeJoG as they worked in unison to smoothly pack away their gear, with nary a cross word or question. Last time I tried that with my partner I had to hide all sharp poky things from the vicinity. Impressive M&G.
As others followed suit I ditched the idea of a "holiday" and started to packed away the brew kit. The weather, as expected, was wet. Not necessarily raining. Yet. But a day of on/off showers was going to be the best we could hope for.
We remnants of the True Holiday Makers started the walk up the western bank of the West Okement River, oohing and ahhing at all the damned fine wildcamping spots for the future. Ones less likely to act as a catchment area for pooling as had the one on the night before. We even came across a tent with its occupants still ensconced. Now that's Proper Holiday Stuff.
Geoff and myself left Duncan, Darren, and his friend Martin to head up towards Black Tor whilst we moved on up the valley. I’d had this route in mind since I first spotted it a couple of years ago, keen to see just how far south it went and the quality of the track. Quite good as it turned out until the inevitable bog and flooded land forced a detour onto the western slopes and up to Lints Tor (GR 580 875) aka The Sphinx
(Lints Tor)On then to contour around Great Kneeset and its smaller relation, Little Kneeset before the trudge across the increasingly common bog/stream/bog crossing up to Fur Tor (GR 587 830)
(Army tent city high on Black Ridge?)This is the most remote of the Dartmoor Tors. Remembering the trudge up to it I’d certainly concur. But on a good day, with drier conditions underfoot great day out for a circular walk from Okehampton/Meldon Reservoir, with a choice of lowland one way and return across the tops to Yes Tor. However with low cloud and heavy rain definitely more of a challenge and only for those with good map and compass skills.
(A view from Fur Tor)The sight of the distinctive Postbridge aerial in the distance meant a welcome chance to finally get a reasonable mobile phone signal and report 'Alls Ok' back home (Sun & T-shirt weather I was told. Hmmm. Super)
Sheltered from the ever present wind whilst taking our lunch the sun broke through the clouds. And promptly disappeared again as the wind sheered around and our haven became yet another pocket of gusts. So far we'd only been walking for a couple of hours and based on my recent Dartmoor experience during my previous trip I felt the ground, though wet, to be easy enough to move over given an acceptance that tracks had to be spotted as we went, and most footsteps were inevitably soon followed by one that would splashed.
We were wearing our waterproof jackets, more to keep out the chilly wind than rain. With the day being lights showers you just get to a point where the damned waterproof is left on really. But except for a brief trial with the leggings it was never bad enough to get us wetter than we already were, or ruin the views. And what views they were as we could look back down the valley tracing the route we had travelled already.
Crunch time. With our evening's meet-up fixed Geoff and myself debated the remainder of the route. Looking over the valley floor to the Tors on the western skyline the choice was mapped out below. Take the high, but long route? Or Go For It cutting across the valley floor?
The latter won out. Oh what poor misguided fools! In hindsight it was definitely land I wouldn’t choose to walk over again having done it the once. With the heavy rain of the day before crossing Amicombe Brook made life "interesting" (Aren’t brooks supposed to be piddly little water courses with kids sailing paper boats?) This one must have taken twenty minutes or so before we found a suitable crossing place due to the waters flow and depth. And then only by a spirited jump across into the reed bed on the far bank. With the inevitable splash and giggle as a couple of steps later we were reminded just why reed beds grow near/in water.
By now we were both getting the feel of the land we were travelling across, and the inevitable splash and mud was little more than an inevitability of our route. Even the times when the sphagnum beneath our feet seemed to sink and then ripple away before us gave little real concern. Solo I’d have probably have been a little more cautious about the route, but our joint experience level, and realistic expectation of the ground meant as a duo we could be a little more exploratory on this occasion. And to be honest it was fun honing those essential broken ground skills. From my experience of Dartmoor this was as bad as it was likely to get, so bring it on (but hey - I had spare dry socks!)
The next couple of hours were a trudge across the open moorland contouring Amicombe Hill heading towards the seemingly ever distant Green Tor. Normally I find that if the goal is in sight then movement towards feels quite rapid. But not today. We'd find sheep and cattle tracks, or an occasional paths made by a farmer's ATC, only for them to peter out within a few hundred metres. And that was the good stuff. Mostly it was a case of reading the ground ahead, and sticking to the 340 degree bearing. A task which we managed with magnificent aplomb (But god did it get monotonous after a while) Even the sight of a lizard scuttling for cover (me) or a frog (Geoff) did little to break up the trudge. Breaking out the Biltong at least meant our minds had something else to cope with, as the fibrous meat, tasty as it was, was left lodged in the gaps between the teeth. Something else to think about amongst the occasional splashes.
(Bleak House)Finally we were near enough to the Tor and with some casting about we picked up the mine track heading down towards Nodden Gate, the pitch for the night.
But not without one reminder of the real danger of Dartmoor.
We'd both stepped in various boggy matter, usually just the one leg to the calf; Or knee at worst. But descending a small slope into the old mine workings below Bleak House (560 863) my right foot slipped into a hole and I once again found myself sitting down. But one difference. No mud or bog around me, virtually a dry slope with evidence of a good and well used path. I waggled my foot experimentally to find purchase and raise myself. But there was nothing underneath it except empty space.
Something to laugh about at the time as I gingerly pulled myself back from the gap, but a warning that whilst the open moorland may feel a difficult place at times it’s the apparently safe paths amongst the old mine workings where the true danger lies.
But this apart the journey downhill was a simple descent with fine views all around. A final manly stride through the ford (well I was past caring by now and the boots needed cleaning) where we found ourselves to be the last to arrive, the others having (mostly) opted for shorter routes.
A chance to meet up with fellow Dorset Backpackers Club member, John Yale (Hi John), on his own solo wildcamping trip. And shortly after Fossil Buff (aka FB) of Outdoors Magic fame(?), and his mate (another Martin I think)
FB didn’t get a hugely enthusiastic welcome from me initially, on account of a potentially over enthusiastic greeting from one of his dog brace as I dangled over the stream carefully removing contact lenses. But with that chore safely away, and the evening meal complete, we walked the short distance down to the Fox and Hounds at Bridestowe. Great beer. Great food. (Although Mick may yet have something to say about that considering his unexpected illness later that night) But especially great company as we bloggers et al set the world to rights.
Well OK Alan Sloman talked and we tried to butt in occasionally when ever he stopped for a sip of beer(lol) And thanks to those who plied me with free ale for an exceptionally cheap evening.
An early night after a tiring but enjoyable day. that's the south, north and west borders of Dartmoor all traversed in a month.
Undoubtedly there's gold in them thar Dartmoor hills. At least for us wildcampers who appreciate real solitude away from the crowds.
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UKOB Dartmoor Trip - Friday
What was to have been a leisurely journey across the south coast during Friday turned into a stew of holiday traffic, with a couple of tractors thrown in to salt the recipe. The weather, as if in cahoots with the road tribulations turned its face away from the earlier sunshine and blue skies. No surprise then that my eventual arrival at Meldon Reservoir just south of Okehampton was met with a torrential downpour.
(Looking up Meldon Reservoir)
Naturally, all taken in stride for this seasoned 'packer. I sat in the car and waited. A pleasant half hour was spent checking the map; Changing into boots; And waiting for the rain to cease and the sky to turn blue;
(And that's what makes it a reservoir and not a puddle)
I'd probably be there still if I expected that sort of climatic epiphany last Friday. Wet? There was a huddle of ducks near the car park complaining about the conditions underfoot. Or should that be webbed feet?
Familiar with the route to the well known wildcamp spot at the southern end of the water (GR 555 907) I was able to spend the short walk along the resy taking a look around with no particular urgency in mind. But once on site getting the tent up quickly was order of the day. First brew on before 3 p.m. Result.
(Hey look - that litle green tent over there is mine!)
In between the showers I unwisely opted to slip off the Scarpa boots for my camp/travel footwear - North Face XCR Hedgehogs. I'd been considering their replacement earlier in the month, but other things had intervened.
Well that was tempting fate. As I explored the banks of the stream cascading (deluging) down from Black-a-Tor Copse I realised two things.
Firstly, back at the camp spot, a couple of my fellow bloggers (Alan and Martin) had just arrived. They were eyeing my open and apparently deserted Akto. Possibly wondering whether the Beast of Bodmin was holidaying in the area?
It was then my brain received the message that my feet were damp. I don't do wet feet - too many years of motorcyling trips. But the gore tex liner had chosen this point to throw in the towel, just as my feet squelched over water sodden ground. Farewell then Hedgehogs faithful companion for the last eighteen months, and to be replaced with the same again - what higher praise is there than that?
Mulling over a change of footwear I considered the ground around me (wet, very wet, or sodden) and opted to keep my dry stuff for the morrow and live with things for that evening. Quite how the Innov8 afficionados get on with having their feet in this state ALL the time is beyond me (lol); and perhaps the weekend on Dartmoor may have them thinking the same?
My compadres suitably set-up, next to arrived was Geoff, dapper as ever and cunningly disguised as Mary Poppins to fool the rain clouds (see yesterday's pix) An unsuccessful attempt as it turned out. Nice try Geoff.
Then Mick and Gayle, (although that should really be Gayle and Mick surely as she does most of the blogging?)
Finally, around 9pm, when I'd retired to my sleeping bag, the one dry spot that I could think of amongst the incessant rain, Darren, Duncan and Martin arrived to complete this week's Blogger crowd.
Or so we thought...
(A sunny day in paradise)Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Sunday, July 20
Dartmoor Trip
A taste of things over the past few days..... more to come soon
Where the water is supposed to be, instead of where it insisted on being on the Friday!
Geoff making us all feel somewhat sartorially challenged. Or is it Nick Crane? Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 19
Fox n Hounds nr Nodden Gate
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Yes Gayle - I can drink and blog at the same time!
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
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Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
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Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
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(Looking up Meldon Reservoir)Naturally, all taken in stride for this seasoned 'packer. I sat in the car and waited. A pleasant half hour was spent checking the map; Changing into boots; And waiting for the rain to cease and the sky to turn blue;
(And that's what makes it a reservoir and not a puddle)I'd probably be there still if I expected that sort of climatic epiphany last Friday. Wet? There was a huddle of ducks near the car park complaining about the conditions underfoot. Or should that be webbed feet?
Familiar with the route to the well known wildcamp spot at the southern end of the water (GR 555 907) I was able to spend the short walk along the resy taking a look around with no particular urgency in mind. But once on site getting the tent up quickly was order of the day. First brew on before 3 p.m. Result.
(Hey look - that litle green tent over there is mine!)
In between the showers I unwisely opted to slip off the Scarpa boots for my camp/travel footwear - North Face XCR Hedgehogs. I'd been considering their replacement earlier in the month, but other things had intervened.
Well that was tempting fate. As I explored the banks of the stream cascading (deluging) down from Black-a-Tor Copse I realised two things.Firstly, back at the camp spot, a couple of my fellow bloggers (Alan and Martin) had just arrived. They were eyeing my open and apparently deserted Akto. Possibly wondering whether the Beast of Bodmin was holidaying in the area?
It was then my brain received the message that my feet were damp. I don't do wet feet - too many years of motorcyling trips. But the gore tex liner had chosen this point to throw in the towel, just as my feet squelched over water sodden ground. Farewell then Hedgehogs faithful companion for the last eighteen months, and to be replaced with the same again - what higher praise is there than that?
Mulling over a change of footwear I considered the ground around me (wet, very wet, or sodden) and opted to keep my dry stuff for the morrow and live with things for that evening. Quite how the Innov8 afficionados get on with having their feet in this state ALL the time is beyond me (lol); and perhaps the weekend on Dartmoor may have them thinking the same?
My compadres suitably set-up, next to arrived was Geoff, dapper as ever and cunningly disguised as Mary Poppins to fool the rain clouds (see yesterday's pix) An unsuccessful attempt as it turned out. Nice try Geoff.
Then Mick and Gayle, (although that should really be Gayle and Mick surely as she does most of the blogging?)
Finally, around 9pm, when I'd retired to my sleeping bag, the one dry spot that I could think of amongst the incessant rain, Darren, Duncan and Martin arrived to complete this week's Blogger crowd.
Or so we thought...
(A sunny day in paradise)Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Dartmoor Trip
A taste of things over the past few days..... more to come soon
Where the water is supposed to be, instead of where it insisted on being on the Friday!
Geoff making us all feel somewhat sartorially challenged. Or is it Nick Crane? Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, July 19
Fox n Hounds nr Nodden Gate
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
Labels: E-Petition-Wildcamping, TGO Challenge, UK Outdoors Blogger
Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
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Where the water is supposed to be, instead of where it insisted on being on the Friday!
Geoff making us all feel somewhat sartorially challenged. Or is it Nick Crane?
Labels: dartmoor, UK Outdoors Blogger
Fox n Hounds nr Nodden Gate
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
Labels: E-Petition-Wildcamping, TGO Challenge, UK Outdoors Blogger
Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
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Thursday, July 10
New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
Labels: E-Petition-Wildcamping, TGO Challenge, UK Outdoors Blogger
Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
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New Outdoor Blog: Baz's Backpacking Blog
Baz is London based and and another tempted to try his hand at passing on thoughts and experiences on-line.
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see. Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Monday, May 26
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
Labels: E-Petition-Wildcamping, TGO Challenge, UK Outdoors Blogger
Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
The (imaginatively!) titled Baz's Backpacking Blog is: "about backpacking mostly but will hold content on climbing, mountain biking and other outdoor activities as and when"
Early days, but so far it is ticking a lot of the right boxes in the kit/planning pieces that have been posted so far.
Time to update my links list methinks? Or even work out a better lay-out with the increasing amount or UK Outdoor Blogs around these days. And happily most of which seem to be here for the long haul. Gratifying to see.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Hurray for the TGO Challenge, UKOB Forum & Wild Camp E-Petition
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
Labels: E-Petition-Wildcamping, TGO Challenge, UK Outdoors Blogger
Wednesday, March 19
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
Hearty congratulations are in order..........
Well done to those TGO Challengers who successfully finished last week. And in particular to one individual for whom I know completion this year was something truly special; And personal.
Well done also to the Outdoor Bloggers Forum, one year old last Saturday. Well a year and a few months to be accurate, but put the preceding months down to a bedding in phase.
And finally well done to those who stood up to be counted. That's 2,017 of you who voted for the Wild Camping E-Petition.
If that doesn't sound that many, then consider the potential number of people who would be interested in the first place. And then balance that against the fact that the E-P closed 389th out of the 13,239 closed petitions (i.e. in the top 3%)
Now what next I wonder? The government's formal response is awaited. And those involved are contemplating their own activity as well.
Labels: E-Petition-Wildcamping, TGO Challenge, UK Outdoors Blogger
M&G LeJog Walk for Charity
Gayle & Mick (or is it Mick & Gayle) of M&G Go For A Walk fame plan a little walk in Mid April - LeJog (never a very apt acronym for what is still a daunting undertaking, whatever the increasing numbers who have taken on the challenge over the years)
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors Show
In the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Friday, January 25
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
G&M at last weekend's Outdoors ShowIn the best tradition of such ventures they intend to raise money and awareness for charity - MacMillan Cancer Support.
"Although there may appear to be a particular personal link here, with both of my parents having died of cancer in the last four years (aged 59 and 61) and two other members of my close family having been diagnosed with cancer in the last year (my sister aged just 36), the reality is that none of them has directly used the services of a cancer charity, although undoubtedly they have all benefited indirectly from their work"
Their target is £2,000. But I'm sure that we can help them do better than that folks, now can't we?
On-line donations can be made here
Labels: LEJOG, UK Outdoors Blogger, walks
Outdoor Blog: State Of The Nation 3 (The Tao of Walking)
Currently it's that last paragraph of the previous post that continues to vex me the most. The reason this piece has so easily flooded out onto the screen as I sit here trying to tie up the lose ends and make myself understood.
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
On a personal level I function best when I understand where my effort is going; To improve my effort along the way; To be amongst the best, within my chosen limitations, life responsibilities, and personal attitude. And most importantly. To enjoy the journey, along with good company when possible, but prepared for solo jaunts if necessary.
My own personal credo. And totally unlike your approach. Yes even you over there hiding away in the Internet Cafe corner, trying to stay out of the rain, and coming across this through boredom. For we are all each unique with our own personal worldview and interaction. But still so similar in a number of areas when it comes to our ability to function as integral part of modern society.
Perhaps the outcome in giving this blog a life will be a change my own circumstances as a result of what I provide and lessons learnt along the way. There's a positive example of change with the 2007 Outdoor Blogger Meet-ups. And what a fine bunch of easy going folk they are.
All this to be achieve alongside a take-on of new skills; A certainty of some trip-ups along the way; And all very public.
Now, as I read that back to myself, once more deeply into a piece originally intended as a short snappy post I realise what may be missing. And no it's not a better editor, or even the ability to close this computer down. Behave now!
This venture needs a GOAL to aim for; An AMBITION in mind; An AIM to work towards;
It's at times like this that Management Consultants are paid huge amounts of cash to listen, write down what I say, and then repeat them back at me. With a full set of confusing buzzwords. And for a large wedge of cash.
J.Hee Enterprises Inc is run on a tight budget. That's a VERY tight budget. Or to put it another way, whilst rich in skills, a willing workforce, luxurious attic premises and oodles of initiative there is one drawback. No Real money.
That's Real as I in nothing you'd care to try to pass in a shop without being prepared to swiftly flee when challenged (Ah the scope offered by these high-resolution copier/printer thingies these days - lol)
New gear costs real money - so thats where it goes alongside food/wine/song/and woman. An increasingly large amount so it seems these days as more specialist outdoor kit is acquired. And of course all is nothing without my life partner, Mrs J, who I so thoughtfully obliged with co-voting rights (And in turn I get to sleep without any undue safety worries as to my health)
So after a spirited discussion the Board of Directors has instigated an internal review (i.e. free) and has delivered it's considered findings. Yes that's right folks. The easy way out. It's time for ........
The Mission Statement (Oops - I went and used a Very Naughty Word)
It's true message has been rattling around the inside of my head for a few days now and seems to recognise where I believe my strengths lie, and gives me The Edge. A measurement to consider for that internal dialogue before deciding whether certain thoughts are worthy of a public outing. And in what manner to present them. So without further ceremony, here we go:
'Walkabout in the UK: The Tao Of Walking, Backpacking & Wildcamping.
Seeking to better communicate the WHY of WHAT these activities mean on a personal level; And to those WHO are associated with such actions; To assist others to better understand the HOW, WHERE & WHEN'
Or to rephrase it - to attempt to express the feeling and emotion which accompanies my deep enjoyment of movement, the outdoors, and related activity. To touch that sense of deep fulfillment that comes after a day on the hills, and a night in a strange and remote place. The natural world so readily accessed but so difficult to really touch in spirit. At least that's my main intent rather than fall into step with the gear review/route guide report approach.
What effect will that have on content? Well probably not fat lot in the short term. Although some of my more facetious asides may be heavily censored. Well perhaps not that heavily - all part of my rich and so loveable character.
But entertainment and informative will of course be the bedrock. Otherwise you may as well go and buy a dry reference book such as 'Teach Yourself Camping'. And we don't want that do we now? (And a quick web search surprisingly reveals the nearest modern day offering is THIS. At least THIS is on topic, if a little quaint. So perhaps you're stuck with me for a little while longer. Hee hee)
So. In keeping with the Tao. A little meditation to get us all in the mood. Eyes closed. Take a deep breath ........ In.......and repeat after me ........
Taumatawhakatangihangakoayauo,
Tamateaturipukakapikimaungahoro,
nukypokaiwhenuakitanatahu
(Pronunciation Guide Available)
What? That's too difficult? No, surely not. But how did read that with eyes shut? Sure you didn't take a peek at the rest of us looking so strange?
Ooh - I can be a little tinker at times.
Johnnies in the house tent again.
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
