It’s just a rock until it's mixed with a culture carried by a few friends out one evening by the sea.

This was supposed to be a piece about my van, it ended up as more of a piece about one of the ways I became me.

A two week van trip exploring the climbing in the Frankenjura, Germany. Friends, BBQs and cool rock towers.

A summer of adventuring and getting scared while deep water soloing on the sea cliffs of Pembrokeshire.

Bikepacking from the Preseli Hills to Stonehenge following the journey of the bluestones for the Autumn equinox.

A few first thoughts after surviving 800 miles hiking from Mexico to Utah across the state of Arizona.

…but maybe that’s a good thing.

In just over two weeks, I’ll jump on a plane for the first time in a good while and cross not just a sea but an ocean to find the start of the next hike.

My new book from the time I was swept up into a circus in the forest…

A two day bikepacking adventure through the mountains of Snowdonia...

Since I was a kid I have loved spending hours and hours pouring over maps, looking at places I’ve been and for new places to explore.

Moving to the mountains to stir up the pot, relight the fire and answer my strong desire for change.

The magic of still getting out when the rain is pouring.

A fun three days on the bikes practicing our Welsh, eating far too much sweet food and generally having a laugh with a new friend.

A wild bikepacking adventure around Snowdonia.

A day of “gravel biking” on our bike version of the Landsker Borderlands Trail.

A climbing trip to the wild Atlantic island of Inis Mór off the west coast of Ireland.

No map, no GPS. Just following our noses down the tracks and lanes of Somerset and Devon.

“Go to the mountains” I was told, but there was a reason I didn’t listen and went to a forest far from the nearest mountain instead.

Cold nights and climbing on the best rock in the world. Fontainebleau, France.