England is many things — it is green, it is pleasant, it is disarmingly pretty in places and breathtakingly grand in others. One thing it is not, though, is exotic. This is a fact best supported by the obvious lack of venomous, virulent and predatory fauna we have to fear. But even if British wildlife is on the mellow side, there are still plenty of reasons to appreciate the creatures that make their homes in England’s hedgerows, waterways and woodlands. There is the feeling of victory when you spot a harvest mouse the size of your thumb in the undergrowth.…

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There was a time when all I knew of Wales was its northernmost reaches. Abersoch, Anglesey and pretty Portmeirion were the places I spent my early childhood; but there is more to Wales than that, and more of Wales than that in me. About a quarter of me comes from the Valleys, the industrialised area of South Wales where my Nana grew up — before she fled to medical school in Cardiff, and then to England. But there is more to Wales even than these places. Plenty more. One of the places I┬áhave longed to go is the Brecon Beacons.…

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I recently wrote a very positive post about the work trip I took to Ukraine. It was a terrific experience, but the food I ate there was sometimes mysterious, and often pretty dire. Based on my previous experience of the regional cuisine — the abiding memory of which is of eating only Chupa Chups and losing half a stone on a week-long school trip to Russia — I had predicted this in advance, which is why I was glad to know that at least I would be getting a delicious last supper. And by supper, I mean breakfast and lunch.…

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I’m often out and about and far away from home, but this blog is about finding adventure every day, no matter where you are. As I’ve been gallivanting a lot recently and am heading off to Copenhagen, Malmo, Munich and Berlin over the next few weeks, this weekend I’ve just been taking it easy in south east London. I’ve been living close to Peckham for two and a half years now and over the course of that time it’s been slowly changing. When I first moved here, some of my acquaintances wouldn’t come near the place, and in all fairness,…

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There are a handful of places in the UK that make me feel nostalgic and that I could revisit time and time again. These are they; the places that are woven deep within my ongoing travel story: Cartmel and Coniston in the Lake District; the New Forest; Abersoch and Portmeirion in Wales and the Northumberland Coastline. I returned to the latter this weekend — to Druridge Bay — after Alison from the Bells of Hemscott saw me raving about it on Twitter. I’ve written about┬áthis part of the world before and praised its beaches to high heaven, but I’m always…

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