Growing up I was fortunate enough to enjoy foreign holidays. Nothing too exotic, but plenty of sun and ice-cream. And for many years I thought that’s what travelling was all about. I was a self-confessed ‘creature comforts’ kind of girl, who required a decent bed, lots of relaxation and good food, and would still end up more often than not missing home!  But as I grew up changes slowly happened…

Firstly I met a boy. He was already a worldly backpacker who challenged my perspectives. He became my travel partner in crime.  And later my husband.

Then the effects of living and working in London started to take their toll.  The city is chaotic. As our friends grew up and started having families we turned to travel. We took our first ‘extended’ escapades together in The Americas back in 2012, and from then I became hooked. It gave me increased confidence to explore, and to seek out independent outdoor-based adventures away from the crowds.

Our friends joke that we don’t really do ‘holidays’.  I like to call what we do ‘taking trips’, and most of the time you can find me saving for and/or planning the next ‘big’ one.  In the interim we also try to tide ourselves over with the odd mini-venture – anything that gets us into the open and out of the Big Smoke.

I’m constantly on the hunt for new natural wonders to add to my insatiable travel bucket list [if you have any ideas please do share!]

To wake up and feel a sense of wonder. A feeling that anything could happen. That’s what I crave.