Given how much we enjoy Horrible Histories and our love of castles, we weren’t going to let a trip to London pass by without visiting the infamous Tower.
The Tower of London – A Step Back in Time

Given how much we enjoy Horrible Histories and our love of castles, we weren’t going to let a trip to London pass by without visiting the infamous Tower.
Sitting at home, with half term ideas scuppered due to the ongoing broken ankle, Rowan decided he was no longer so scared of Gollum and would like to watch Lord of the Rings. The scenery in the film is beautiful, and I am finding that every time I watch ANYTHING with mountains and trees (including Minecraft!), I feel a pull to the outdoors. I was much like Bilbo – I wanted to see mountains again, and go on adventure. As we watched Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli chase down the Uruk-hai, Rowan turned to me and said, “Don’t worry Mummy, you will be able to do that again soon” and watching Gimli’s little legs bringing up the rear, I was reminded, not only of how ace my little lad is, but of my biggest running adventure earlier this year – Lakeland Trails Marathon. I decided it was about time I wrote that one up – so grab a brew, it’s a long one.
Sometimes, it’s hard to tell whether you actually remember something, or your memory is based on looking at old photos. As a kid, whilst on holiday in Devon, we visited the Golden Hinde. I’ve seen photos of me wearing my Coca-Cola T-shirt, exploring the ship with my sister – climbing the steep steps to the fore deck and wondering if I could climb the rigging. Fast forward around 40 years, and on a visit to London, I knew Rowan would really enjoy the replica of this historic ship, berthed at St Mary Overie Dock, not far from London Bridge.
Something a bit different. We normally plan some outdoor adventures during the school holidays but, after watching Andy’s Dinosaur Adventures when he was small, then Night at the Museum and with his general love of animals and dinosaurs, Rowan had wanted to visit the Natural History Museum in London. With February half term being a bit unpredictable on the weather front, we opted for a city break in the Old Smoke.
Welcome back to #AdventureCalling. Sorry it is a little late this month, but we’ve been out out. Half term meant we managed to get away, and this weekend I completed something I have wanted to do for a long time. A marathon!!! It was a beautiful day in Coniston and the views were absolutely amazing!
So, this is probably going to start as a quick post which turns into a long waffle, winding round and round till finally getting to the point. But hey – you start rambling more as you get older. And I’ve been meaning to write about this for a while now.
Who’s excited about being able to travel a bit further afield and start exploring the wild places again? I know I am! Our local, open spaces have provided some much needed outdoors time, but honestly, I can’t wait to visit somewhere new. Saying that, we visited a not been to in recent memory, local National Trust site recently and had a really fab time. We strolled through the woods and gardens, Rowan spotted birds and Rocky handled all the other dogs brilliantly – what a brave doggo!
It seems like such a long time ago, especially having been working from home due to coronavirus for a year now, but I sitting at my desk at work, I happened to mention I fancied going wild camping. I work with plenty of brilliant people, two of whom are Angela and Beth. As it turned out, they also fancied a bit of wild camping and so we had the start of a plan! After synchronising diaries, and geeking out over the OS Maps app (ok, that was mostly me), we had a date and location in mind. Now it was time to prepare.
Standing at 290 metres, Castle Crag is the smallest fell in Alfred Wainwright’s pictorial guides. However, what it lacks in height, it more than makes up for in character. I’ve walked up Castle Crag a few times, and know how lovely yet interesting it is, so when my Mum decided to join me and Rowan for her first Lakeland hill walk, it seemed like the perfect choice. And given that the route I’d planned took us to, what Alfred Wainwright described as, the loveliest square mile in Lakeland, we were in for a brilliant day out.
Standing at 2,866 feet, Goat Fell is the highest mountain on Arran. On our first visit to the island, we decided against trying to reach the summit. It would have been by far the furthest and highest Rowan had walked, so we didn’t want to over-do it and potentially put him off days out in the mountains. But for our latest visit, and with Birkhouse Moor under his belt, we decided he would probably be ok. We just needed a decent mountain forecast during the week – and we were in luck.