A microadventure in subzero temperatures, with a thin sleeping bag? KILL ME NOW.
Every year I set myself a birthday challenge – something that looks feasible from a distance but turns into a living hell close-up. Last year, I wandered across the North York Moors in an 8-hour October rainstorm (and ended up writing it up for the San Francisco Chronicle). On my birthday this year…well, I was busy. Too much writing, too much … Read More
“You do know the weather forecast is horrific, yes?” “Yes. But I am MIKE!” “What?” “Er – I’m MIKE. It’s…it’s like a rallying cry. I’m facing off against the world, see. Staring it down. And there can be only one winner.” “Well yes. That’s certainly true.” My housemate eyes me pityingly as I continue to lace up my boots.
Tomorrow, I go up into the hills to meet an old foe. It’s the North York Moors, between Pickering and Whitby. I’ve walked a little of it before. Enough to encourage me to try the whole route, the whole 20-something miles over barren, hushed terrain. It’s not an epic trek by any means – a day’s good walking, factoring in … Read More
Whitby, February 2008. (Not warm). All photos: Mike Sowden.