Day Three Hundred and Fifty-three

A beautiful early spring day in Wooburn, so I enjoyed a nice sunday afternoon walk down by the river. It wont be long before the vegetation comes out here, from it winter retreat, to once again make this 'England's Green and Pleasant Land'.

Day Three Hundred and Six

...I turn the corner at Cores End and there it is, the home stretch! This week I'll run the other way down the Wye Valley. Today I passed through Bourne End and to Little Marlow before returning, about 5 miles. This photo is from the final half mile of my run looking across the River Wye, and Slate Meadow.

Day One Hundred and Ninety-Eight

Its a land far far away from the days of my youth spent mountain biking in Burnham Beaches. Far from a time when I was pretty much fearless, where I would cycle up to the forest hoping to catch a glimpse of Kevin Costner filming the lastest Robin Hood movie, where I'd happily disappear for an entire day with my mates from the estate, and willingly launch our mountain bikes of near vertical slopes and hope for the best.

Twenty years on I'm taking it much more easy, cycling around the beautiful Navajo Lake in Dixie National Forest, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't take a moment and close my eyes to dream back to the days in Burnham Beaches.

Day One Hundred and Ninety-Five

Mountain biking! This evening we donned our biking gear and heading out for a cycle. Its far cry from when I used to cycle (aka dodge crazy commuters) on my way to work in Slough. We took a pretty gentle route just out of town. It was so nice to be out of the town and into the countryside, the scenery around here is pretty awesome and I've already noticed how easy it is to take for granted. We're pretty lucky to be in this area of the world and here's proof that we did make the most of it rather than just pose my the truck with the bikes!

Day One Hundred and Seventy-Two

Its Labour Day Holiday here in America, so after travelling to Parowan to watch the morning's Parade we headed up the mountain to Navajo Lake and took a walk to see the Cascade Falls. This is the spectacular view, its a far cry from the Wye Valley in Totteridge!

Day Seventy-Seven

At Niagara Falls, this is the lesser photographed American and Bridal Veil Falls. It's brink is 1060 feet and the total drop is 176 feet. In other words, its bloody huge and totally majestic.

Day Fifty-seven

The first sight of home following the long drive back from Hambury. The famous White Cliffs of Dover...