I have many memories of fond outdoor moments.
Cresting a Beacons valley top and hearing a Raven’s wingbeat on a rare windless day.
The crashing of waves on an exposed Anglesey beach as rain lashed my chin and wind tore at my cycling jacket.
Sat in a kayak, deep in the heart of a cave off the Coast of Skye, dangling my paddle carefully amongst a bloom of Lion’s Mane jellyfish.
Gazing down a valley in the Dovrefjell and hearing nothing, but nothing, except the slow trickle of glacial melt.
This postcard from the Boneshaker and Bristol Project Team, brought many back in an overwhelming welcome flood. This is what motivates me to push myself. This is the reason I get on a bike. This is what makes me go out in the rain. It’s a reminder – this is why I exist.