Sunday’s Gravel Ramble
168 hours in Sardinia
Beskydy—Skalka
Our favourite activity during winter weekends is hiking along the ridges of Czech mountains. Spending nights out, watching sunsets and sunrises, bonding with locals, and simply being off the regular rhythm of life — this last part sounds cheesy, but it’s true.
We particularly like the northern part of the Beskydy mountains for no obvious reason.
catching snowflakes
catching snowflakes
a trail run
road quirks
a place to be
a place to be
no story, just a hike
This isn’t really a story. It’s a record. A quiet trace of a walk.
to be found
I went solo, I wanted to be solo, I needed to be solo.
where things feel real
I don’t really know why, but I’ve been running from this city every damn weekend I can. Something in me just wants out—out to where things feel real.
snow, hills and blue skies
in winter, the city…
aid for a rough patch
a hike for a coffee
Since autumn is pretty much grey and grim, a new idea has sprung to mind.
121 hours somewhere in Ireland
being cold
mushrooms and bad light
hidden, not found
lost earbud memory