To Wales and back.

I haven’t posted an actual blog in a long while, and it’s not for lack of doing things to write about. I’ve been all over… had another stint in Prague and covered a festival and hung out with friends, then back in the UK I travelled to Sunderland and Newcastle to shoot and catch up with various friends while also attending a wedding, and also visited Wales. There’s more things in between too, I’m sure. But I’m just having a massively shit time right now, though I feel like I should probably at least post something rather than ignore everything forever.

I’m gonna start with my recent trip to Wales.

The photographer Jazz was travelling down to work with went well out of his way to accommodate us, picking us up and driving us around, and even let us crash in his family home for the few days we were there – his wife even prepared us some vegan meals for our stay. Dynamite.

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We spent a day by the beach, and I found a washed up Jellyfish. It was huge.

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Four More Years.

Whenever I leave the country I do my best to fly from Gatwick. My friend Abby lives just a 10 minute drive from it, and going to stay with her for a few days before/after my flights means I get to hang out with her for a decent amount of time while also breaking up my journey a little as I don’t get to travel south as much as I’d like to.

Jazz also happened to be in the area, so she made her way over to Crawley and hung out with us for a couple of days.

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The heat was stupid. So I spent the majority of my time looking for the next shady spot to sit for a minute which also coincided nicely with just letting Jazz do her Jazz things.

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Abby picked us up from the hotel we were staying in, and we drove to Tilgate Park for a picnic as the sun set.

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After the picnic we had a late drive out to the south coast stopping at Lancing Beach as midnight hit, marking Abby being 4 years sober. She’s nailing it. It was dark and I didn’t take my flash and so there’s very little photos but here’s a couple from when we visited again during the afternoon a couple days later.

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It was rad to hang with Abby for a few days, especially the day we drove out to Ashdown Forest and just laid in the trees away from everything. Well, as away from everything as you can be until a people in a hot air balloon decide to drop in the field next to you. I weirdly have no photos of that. What am I even doing anymore?

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Next stop, Prague!


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Just walk.

I’m making my way south tomorrow to spend time with a couple of friends before I fly out to Prague on Tuesday for a week.

I’ll be taking my laptop with me and undoubtedly won’t be able to help writing about something and posting some photos while I’m away, but just incase I don’t get chance I’m gonna leave a selection of photos from a couple of recent days out to Goathland with Debby, and Broxa with Robyn. Two rad humans that are down for getting out and walking on the regular.

I can’t stress enough the importance of dragging yer sorry arse out for some time in the sun, or even if the weather is shitty – Honestly, it does you the world of fucking good.

Not just mentally, either. In the past few months of aimlessly roaming about I’ve just weighed in at 19 stone which means I’m 2 stone closer to my target weight. And it’s nice to hate yourself just a little less than usual. Not bad, for a lazy piece of trash eh!

Anyway, photos. GO!

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Boggle Hole & Flamborough Head

I was due to head out with Debby for the day to go exploring some woodland but our plans were altered slightly as she’d gotten an injured baby pigeon and that we were gonna have to take it to the Whitby Wildlife Sanctuary.

I’d never seen a baby pigeon before. And for some reason I didn’t take a photo of it, but rest assured they don’t look very pigeon like at all and just look a bit… odd.

After a little mix up with the address (Google lists the location as some blokes house near by, and he’s kinda pissed about people taking dead Hedgehogs his way expecting him to bring them back to life) we headed back and called at Boggle Hole!

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Walking my brain back together.

Just taking a short break from writing about the hitching adventure at the moment to focus on a few things I’ve done this past week since being back in Scarborough. Also because I want to post at least once before the end of the month as I have been a bit quiet recently. This is probably going to be a pretty long post but then again I don’t think I’ve had a short post for a while so I guess you’re either used to it or are just happy reading the first half and leaving.

The hitching tour ended for me in Manchester, and I managed to find a bus I could get for free the majority of the way home to Scarborough. Not bad.

The morning after I got back I did a short section of the wolds way walk with my parents.

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Photo Tour pt.8: Hitching to Keswick (The Lake District, part 1)

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We parted ways with Adrian and took a walk out of Carlisle. It was fucking hot, and carrying all our shit wasn’t my idea of fun.

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Photo Tour pt.7: Couch Surfing in Carlisle

Carlisle was a new place for the both of us, amplified by our notable lack of friends in the area. Years ago I became a part of CouchSurfing, a network for travellers looking for fellow travellers to hang with and a place to crash. My account hadn’t been active for years, so I deemed it best just to start over so I created a joint account with Jazz in a bid to get somewhere to sleep.

Our only real option in Carlisle was a guy called Adrian. He’s an experienced couchsurfing host with some 70-odd references over the past decade of being on the site. We had none. Fortunately, he got back to us and agreed to let us crash a few nights, and we ended up staying in his home for the best part of a week.

Carlisle is a quiet town and is sprinkled with some pretty intriguing artwork if you look hard enough.

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