What has a Dartmoor walk got to do with spirituality? Liz Scott explores the Dartmoor landscape on the first week of her Dartmoor walks
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.
Brett Chitty is well known in the UK 3P community. Learn more about him in this email interview