four nights in the brecons with graham.
four nights, charlie and me, graham, and a brief that fit on a postcard: somewhere quiet, somewhere wet, somewhere with stars. came back four days later with mud on the wheels and a route worth writing down.
field notes from real trips, written by us and our guests. read for a route, a recipe, or just a slow ten minutes.
40 minutes, one pan, the kind of thing that makes a wet afternoon feel like a holiday.
rhossili at sunset, three hill loops, two pubs, one absolutely freezing morning swim.
people ask. we explain. a short rant about what the vans are actually for.
she said yes. we framed the polaroid. we also charged a small cleaning fee.
exactly what you'll find when you open the cubby on collection day. nothing more, nothing less.
ness, a border collie called pip, and the prettiest week of october we can remember.
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