Solo camping near Hay-on-Wye Day One (1) The Arrival The tent stakes bite into the soft earth beside the Wye, and I realise how long it's been since I've heard this particular silence, the kind that comes when you strip away everything except what fits in a rucksack. No folding camper. No elaborate camp kitchen. Just me, a two-man tent, and the bare necessities whispering their own kind of abundance. This was meant to be a shared adventure. Dave should be here, helping me puzzle over guy...

Hello Reader, I woke up this morning with a thought that wouldn’t let go. It started with something as simple as watching the US version of Ghosts — you know, that show where spirits from different eras are stuck in a house together, trying to figure out how to spend eternity. Here’s what hit me: these ghosts have been around for hundreds, sometimes thousands of years. They’re not worried about survival anymore; they’re already dead. So what’s their biggest challenge? Boredom. Everything they...

A Wisdom Walk from Marston Doles to Napton-on-the-Hill Walking Slow Enough for the Soul to Catch Up There’s something about the rhythm of the feet on a towpath that unlocks the mind. Today’s wisdom walk wasn’t just about getting my steps in after a morning glued to the screen. It was about working through the soul of what I’m building here. The afternoon sun was warm on my back as I followed the canal from Marston Doles toward Napton-on-the-Hill. My phone buzzed with notifications, and my...