On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… Twelve mountain days, eleven lonely beaches, ten Dartmoor tors, nine lochside ambles, eight city walks, seven misty trig points, six damp Munroes, FIVE WIND-BENT TREES, four bunkhouse nights, three lonely ridges,two camping trips, AND A TRAIN TICKET TO THE SEA. ‘I’m not buying … Continue reading Experiences not things. How to give the gift of adventure this Christmas.