25 Hour Adventure
With waves at Tynemouth looking sparse on Saturday a plan to surf became an impromptu trip to wild camp in the Cheviots. Upon reaching Wooler, the black cloud hovering over the hills turned this into a spur of the moment drive up to Loch Lomond where we pitched the tent before walking to Balmaha to find a cunning hiding place to escape the Midgies….the pub. The clear night and long, long….long days meant that Loch Lomond spent the evening doused in a silver light and the calm water was only... Read More