From as young as I can remember I've loved a good adventure. I grew up on a diet of the Famous Five, Willard Price and Swallows and Amazons and frequently dreamt of stumbling across a secret treasure map or smugglers hiding loot on an abandoned island. Joining Scouts, gaining my Queens Scout Award and becoming both a leader and mountaineering instructor was a great opportunity to share in so many fantastic activities.
When it became time to support myself financially, I would still spend every free weekend, day off and holiday fitting in one activity or another. Camping with the Scouts one weekend, cycling with friends the following and then squeezing in a rock climb with my brother on a Tuesday evening.
As time moved on and my list of outdoor hobbies expanded, I realised I was focusing too much on the particulars of the activity and forgetting to enjoy the fun and excitement the experience brings. I craved that all-encompassing, all-consuming, desire of discovering what’s over the horizon or what's round the next bend in the river. I wanted to swim across the mist shrouded lake to camp on an island. I wanted to climb up a rock face then sleep in cave at the top. I wanted an expedition down a river on a hand-built raft. I didn't want individual outdoor hobbies, I wanted adventure!
So from that moment I made a change. Whilst I still go out for a "cycle" with friends or a "paddle" with the family, I now make the time, every once in a while, to turn those hobbies into an adventure - an epic adventure!