Tag: Wales

  • UK Return

    UK Return

    Sadly, last month we received that Granny, Catherine John, had passed away. A central figure in our family, her influence permeates through her children, her grand children and now their own families. Her creativity, humour, voracious appetite for news and love for her family, will be greatly missed.

    In contrast to previous trips back home, visiting friends, spending time with family or attending weddings, this was a more sombre affair. Still, it was a fabulous opportunity to meet with family members that I have not seen in years, and marvel at the rate of growth of the youngsters, many now with their own dreams and aspirations.

    One week is not a huge amount of time, but it was enough to complete a solid round of decompression and tea drinking in Cambridge, run up to the Derbyshire hills to get some hiking in, and across to Wales for the service.

    Cambridge

    I wanted to spend as much time as possible with the folks, Ele and Dave, and of course Benjamin as possible. So, predictably perhaps, most of my photos feature the star of the show!

    Benjamin is king of the world
    Obviously a candidate for a modelling competition
    He is still in the early stages of learning to talk, so his powerful pointing finger is key in his ability to communicate. I was deeply impressed with how much information he could convey through the sign language he as been taught, though.
    Taking Benjamin on the guided bus out to St. Ives for the first time. What fun! (the bus even had wifi!)
    Butter would not melt in his mouth …
    Clotted cream, on the other hand, very much would.
    Marvelling at the physics-defying helium balloon that we had found for him.
    He was emphatic in wanting me to sit down next to him. The step somewhat suited his leg length more than mine, however.
    A view of The Fens; windmill, cyclist, and a flat landscape. The guided bus really shifts though – 60mph along those concrete tracks
    Taking Benjamin out for the day at the park
    Working out how to use the slide feet first
    Slightly less sure about spinning around and around
    Even less sure about the height of the slide … but getting more confident every day!
    On Skype back to Taiwan – do they have to try to be this cute?
    Benjamin gives me a snuggle for good measure.

     

    Wales

    The ceremony was very moving, tied together with a thoughtful speech from my cousin Hannah, who managed to speak for all of us on the day.

    Taking it all in – we all had our own stories
    … and evidence was everywhere that she was not too far away
    Despite the sad day, it was still fantastic to see family
    Messing around on the grass
    Family members catch up
    The local rugby club did a great job of hosting drinks after the event.
    Making a run for it!
    Picture updates of the next addition!
    Mums look proud

     

    Derbyshire

    With construction on the house on-going, we managed to grab a couple of days up north, staying at The Cavendish Hotel in Baslow. Retracing some of my early mountain biking steps, we hiked along the ridges overlooking the valleys, and spent the next day sauntering over to Chatsworth before being stunned by an impromptu Red Arrows display while packing the car up. Derbyshire always delivers the goods.

    Our hotel in Derbyshire, near Chatsworth was great, although it was all we could do not to continually quote Rob Brydon and Steve Coogan's 'The Trip'
    DEAD SLOW. HOOT
    Exit sign
    A walk through the hills I think was what we needed
    Views across the peaks were not spectacular, but a good reward for the climb (and even better preparation for a pint at the pub).
    Bouquet
    As we were just getting back to the house, we were amazed to see The Red Arrows fly by overhead. We were treated to a fifteen-minute display – their first day since they sadly lost a pilot – for the crowds down at the country fair at Chatsworth house. Granny would have loved it.
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  • Midsummer Madness

    Usually, when heading back to the UK, a healthy two-week window is necessary to really get over the jet lag and calm down properly. I didn’t quite have that luxury this time, however, and was restricted to one week of British Summer Time, Tour de France and Wimbledon.


    Super tent in the garden, filled the space to a tee!


    Jess looks cheeky, as ever.


    Just super to meet all the family members that I miss out on, while away! … and play with a silly Holga lens mod present that I had bought for Abe.

    However, what it lacked in duration, it more than made up for in intensity. No sooner had I landed, a pig had been slaughtered and spit-roasted in the name of my Dad’s 60th birthday, family members had descended from around the UK and I had sunk a few ‘test pints’ from the professional-quality draft beer tap(s) installed for the event. And thankfully for my Dad, Andy Murray was not in the Wimbledon final, or the party would have surely been significantly less well-attended. A blur of catchings up and barely a moment of sitting down, and the first weekend was dispatched.


    A nice cup of tea to round off a good ol’ tea party.

    After meeting up with Phil, Rich and a couple of other friends in London, I take the fast train up to Birmingham to meet with Mum and Dad for a couple of days of hiking. I had not spent much time in the north of Wales before, so it was great to sleep in the shadow of Snowdon; tallest mountain in England and Wales (I love how England feels it can claim other countries’ mountains as its own… Month Blanc, the tallest mountain in England and France).


    Sheep sheep sheep. Wales.

    I had always thought of Snowdon as a particularly boring hill, such as it is plumbed-in with a train to the summit and images of Victorian ladies getting taking their afternoon constitutional. It was with such a false sense of postcard security that we attempted ‘Crib Goch‘ – the most challenging of the approaches to the summit, and reading here, ‘a Class-1 scramble in good weather, it should be considered a climb in poor conditions’.

    Happily ignoring this, we attempted it anyway, and fell in behind a group of experienced climbers with ropes. Right then. Ideal conditions for Team Biddle to begin our ascent!

    The climbing was not extremely technical, but as we gained altitude, our confidence in the available hand grabs and invisible foot-holds faded somewhat. Trusting yourself to lift yourself up and around tall pillars of rock, when there is a several hundred metre drop on one side was not for the faint-hearted. No matter how firm the holds seemed, we were glad to be shadowing an experienced set of climbers, and shook our head worryingly as we inspected the ridge heading off into the distance.


    Starting off slowly.


    Almost time for a breather


    Planning ahead


    Views from half-way along were formidable.


    I barely dared take out my big new camera, relying instead on snapping away with my little Ixus!


    Incredulous smiles!


    Kinky boots


    Clouds in the distance

    And clouds. Having cleared the first section, and after wedging ourselves into the rocks at a minor summit to gorge and sandwiches and chocolate, the clouds descended and we lost contact with the leading group. An eerily expansive acoustic edge accompanied the final set of pinnacles, and we guessed that through the mist and clouds were drops ever increasing in height. It was with no shortage of glee, then, to happen upon the railway tracks up to the cafe at the top, and the best-tasting cuppa tea in England and Wales.


    The North Face.


    A long way down


    Vultures circling


    Looking back, as the clouds roll in


    This was definitely a good idea. I am sure.


    Edgy

    Dropping in for a final night of food and drink in Birmingham with Jess, I took the slow train back to Cambridge, packed up, and readied myself for one more long flight back to Asia. Fair England, how I do miss thee.

    … enjoy this video of some far braver souls, as they traverse the knife edge. Imagine, while watching it, me straddling the apex, legs both pointing straight down to different valleys. Not quite the dare devil!

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  • Cambridge, Cardiff and Family


    Little Red Riding Hoods – my jacket is red too! Ele – sort it out!

    I am getting harassed by my sister to upload some pics of the Christmas holidays, so here I am, catching up with a few of the events from the last few weeks back home.

    It sort of feels like a long time ago… but one thing is for sure; I am starting this year with a better mood than when I went home. The effects of seeing good friends and family. And I’ll be back for your wedding sis!

    Cambridge


    The new ‘Guided Bus’ lane near my house that replaces the railway track, and is 15 years in the planning.


    Say Treeees.


    Are you going to pour it, or take photos of it?


    The view from my bed since I was about 8 years old


    The laaaaads!

    Wales:


    My Favourite Granny and I pose with the ‘Deng Long’ that I sent her from Tainan.


    Granny does her stand-up act


    Moi?


    My cousin Cerys!! Cute!


    Walking in Wales


    Surveying the scene, before a thick blanket of fog descends


    … and at the top of the hill, on the way back, after the fog lifted!

  • Cardiff with the Morgans

    Much of my family lives in South Wales, and we made the journey over to see the Morgan clan and spend some time with my Grandmother. It was a really marvellous day – especially seeing baby Cerys. Gareth and Catherine have done a marvellous job so far, so you’ll have to forgive me for the following gratuitous baby shots!


    Weeee!!!


    Dad looks content


    “The cross shaped hole!”


    Ello kid


    Mum laughs with the ladies in the way she knows best!


    I want one of them!


    Attack!


    Pretty young things


    With my family, it is often just best not to ask

  • Welsh Rarebits

    One half of my family lives in Wales, but don’t hold that against them. The Biddle unit decamped to the South, primarily focussing on good mountains, food and beer. Here are some wee piccies:

    Trecking in The Brecon Beacons

    Mum & Dad at one of the amazing waterfalls of the day


    ‘Now, the GPS says there is one more left to find today…’ – Lady Mio has the last laugh


    The Welsh contingent in force (with exception to newl-wed cousins Huw and Alex … Congratulations!)

  • Counting Sheep

    I had an absolutely fantastic final weekend with my family away in Wales for a weekend. We stayed in the village of Llanwrtyd for a welcome break – hiking by day… eating at the in-house Michelin Star restaurant in the evening. The food was simply exceptional – the finest possible ‘British Cuisine’.

    Llanwrtyd is home of the World Bog Snorkelling Championships and the Man V Horse V Bike race, plus it is Britain’s smallest town. A bizarre little place in the middle of the mountains … with a world-class restaurant.



    Bog Snorkeller in Action

    Stranger still is the World Mountain Bike Bog Snorkelling Championship. I think the name explains the concept, but this is the result:



    The wheels are lined with lead, by the way

    Anyway, onto the hiking. We managed to happily side-step the torrential floods effecting much of the rest of the country and enjoyed 2 days of glorious weather. The navigation was more than a little difficult (I blame the Forrestry Commission for insisting on moving the woods every few years) but the scenery was breathtaking; especially so as a result of the astonishing winter light that drowned the hills with beautiful glowing tones all through the day.



    Casting a shadow on the mountainside – and contemplating which of those trees had moved



    View towards the lowlands, over the sheep / dinner



    Me and my old man