Pen-y-Pass Cafe closure
Planning to drop into the Peny Y Pass cafe as part of a forthcoming trip to Snowdonia?Well don't. It has been shut for refurb & a new tenant.Coming hot on the heels of that monstrosity on top of Yr Wyddfa closing its doors for the winter that hopefully will result in more route planning to include Pete's Eats in Llanberis.That's assuming recent reports of financial trouble hav

Flooding - bring it home
Like you I've heard & seen the news reports about the Cockermouth floods. Whilst there is considerable disruption & damage, there is a niggling temptation to wonder if the press reports have concentrated on the more extreme, TV friendly, areas.Over on the Mad About Mountains are a range of snaps covering Keswick town centre. And for those that have spent long hours waiting outside Booth's Supermarket for a bus/coach link, or stayed at the YHA - the pictures tell the story with far more personal impact.A range of scenes from today around Keswick, and

UK Walking - Take a new look at youself?
So. Back in front of this fag ash littered keyboard. Once more banging down on random keys with a vague hope that something literate, informative, perhaps even entertaining, pops up on your screen to brighten up your day.Well somebody out there may benefit from my increasingly occasional wittering.There's not a lot to report from the Great Outdoors at present. Well not as far as this Blogger is concerned.A recent job role change means I now see far more of the UK during the hours of daylight. Which for one such as myself who hates Autumn's shortening days - well it must be a bonus.

Freaky Friday
Nothing to do with walking, but lots to do with how we perceive the world around us.Watch this clip, concentrating on the GREEN dot in the middle Motion Induced Blindness - More amazing videos are a click awayNow replay it watching the YELLOW dots.Weird!Explanation here and thanks to the

Blow you Bugger Blow
Early breakfast at Avon Beach, Mudeford. The short walk from the clifftop parking spot down to the café is accompanied by a steadily hazing of vision as my spectacles slowly coat with a mixture of sea spray, salt and sand. All whipping onto the land as the wind leaves off pushing surf up onto the shoreline, and turns to other games to play instead. A group of Oyster catchers, seemingly oblivious to the elemental force, busily bob along the tidal sand, looking for their breakfast. At times one takes to the air, making only a short distance, before quickly