Firstly, an apology, Then an excuse.
It has been an embarrassingly long time since my last blog entry and I am truly sorry for the silence. I know there are at least two of you who live and die by the words I write and images I publish and who wait eagerly for each new piece and I apologise profusely to you. Mum - I'm sorry, I won't leave it so long next time. @truckerlikeshotgirls123 - despite having never met you, I feel like I've let you down. I'm sorry. Also, no - I don't want to 'meet up'.
Obviously my posts are about hikes I've done and photographs I've captured along the way. Unfortunately, to be able to write this blog and publish photographs, I need to go on hikes and take said photographs. The absence of material on the blog is simply because since January of this year, that is what I've been doing - hiking and shooting. It is only now, getting towards June, that I'm going to get the time to reflect and report on where I've been and what I've seen. I'm an incredibly lucky boy and have managed to venture out on more trips over the first half of 2018 than I have in almost all of 2016 and 2017 combined. But soon, my dearest of dear readers, very, very soon, the fruits of these travels shall spring forth, ripen, and dangle in front of you on this blog, waiting to be plucked and eaten so as to quench your thirst and sate your hunger with wonderful images and descriptions of some truly awe-inspiring parts of the world. Coming soon, on this blog, will be shots and words detailing walks up High Street and Great Gable in the Lake District, The Quiraing and Loch Coruisk on the Isle of Skye, Applecross, Torridon and Glen Etive in the Scottish Highlands, Rhoscolyn and Llyn Idwal in Wales, the reservoirs of the Peak District, the rolling hills of Northumberland, and the beaches and wetlands of Essex. Canny.
Also, coming soon, as described in the header to this post, will be several blogs covering my travels across a particularly hilly section of Europe. Earlier in May I jumped in the car and drove down to Folkestone and the Channel Tunnel to begin what has so far been a trip of a lifetime. I say 'so far' because I am writing this entry from a basement flat in some woodland just outside a town called Ruthi on the Switzerland/Lichtenstein border - I still have a week to go. My travels have taken me through the French Alps, staying in the beautiful town of Samoens and visiting Chamonix and Annecy, across Switzerland spending time in Grindelwald, Lucerne, and the Appenzell district, and tomorrow they will lead me through Austria to southern Germany and the hills and lakes of Berchtesgaden. I will then drive home via Baden-Baden and the Black Forest landing back in the UK quite smelly, very tired, but with a collection of images, hikes and memories to share. Over the past two weeks I have walked through scenes plucked straight from the fantasy novels and films of my youth - valleys that plunge lower than the eye can see, waterfalls that seem to pour from the clouds, mountains that double in size in the shifting mist and light. My only hope is that when back home in the UK, my images and words can do these places justice and can capture and communicate the magic of this part of the world to you, dear reader. I look forward to trying.