2016 – A Year For Time, Travel and Tingling Fingers…

I’m not a man to sit about, so during 2016 I travelled to South Africa, Greenland, Iceland, Italy, Denmark, Germany, Greece and Spain.  I took part in the ICEMAN Polar Race, walked the Otter Trail, spoke on two cruises and held down a full-time job.  Phew..!  I’m sure I slept at some point…

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The ICEMAN Polar Race 2016 – Second Time Lucky..?


My feet had hardly settled from walking in South Africa, when another trip called.  I had been 33’ south on the Cape in late march and suddenly I was heading to Greenland, 72’ north. +30C was about to be replaced with -30C. I was tired, but thankfully organised for the ICEMAN Polar Ski Race

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2015 – A Year for Europe…


The finale of 2014 was, for me a difficult  time.  I was exhausted, both physically and mentally to a level where I felt truly lost.  I had recently been reported missing in the avalanches of Annapurna, but as with  most major disasters, I coped well enough.  It was the pace of my day-to-day life which had ground me down.  2015 had to be better… Continue reading “2015 – A Year for Europe…”

2014 – Surgery for the Soul…


My 2014 New Year’s resolution was to have the best and most productive 12 months of my life.  Plans were bursting out of my brain, and within weeks my diary was filled to overflowing – speaking engagements across the UK, ski racing in Greenland, climbing in Scotland – the list went on.

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The Iceman Polar Race – part I

Evening at Constable Point
Evening at Constable Point

Months of planning, teams coming and going, injury, frustration, kit buying and chaos came to an end when I boarded the flight to Iceland.

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Old Friends, High Winds and Clotted Cream – The Fourth Frostbite Report…


I had been watching the weather and avalanche forecast for weeks before I headed north to the Cairngorms with my friend Ian.  The web was full of reports of horrific looking conditions, with deep snow and driving winds battering the highlands.  Thankfully the journey north was swift and ridden with only with tea and pies, but the first night was a bit disjointed…

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The ICEMAN Polar Race…


People accuse me of doing crazy things.  Well, that’s fine by me.  You see, what to many seems completely mad, to me sets a challenge like no other on this earth…

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