Ever had a grumpy parrot sitting on your shoulder telling you how bad life is? Me too!
Liz Scott reflects on a recent walk on Dartmoor that lit up her passion for life
There was something dead and smelly on the beach and Buzz was rolling in it. I yelled against the Atlantic gales and ran towards him.
Imagine being on the Atlantic, onboard a tiny boat in the middle of storm; I bet it is terrifying. All that is between you, the wild elements and certain death is a thin shell of fibreglass.
As I stood on the cliff tops with Buzz, drinking in the view of the Salcombe estuary, I felt full to bursting with gratitude.
I love watching the canoeists on the Erme there is something hypnotising about their concentration and skill as they manoeuvre down a fast flowing river. However the other day I had a shock when I saw a kayaker struggle in the water.