God it’s a thrown around word isn’t it? ‘Adventure’ is on fleek. New adventure merch, pinterest boards and instagram accounts dedicated to the pursuit pop up every day.
I’ll be honest with you. The incredible images that litter these feeds – of people on the edge of precipices, falling from the sky or laying in hammocks suspended between crevices – had turned me a shade of green. I had found myself recoiling every time I read the part of my bio that makes the claim The Foraged Life is a space for adventure stories. Like I’m fobbing myself (and you) off because I’m not on a perpetual backpacking, bungee jumping, adrenalin trip.
Then I had a think, and, as often happens after a think, I had my perspective reset and realised I was being a bit of a twonk. Now, I’ve got some fresh thoughts on adventure.
The Shepherds Barn is the definition of ‘off the beaten track,’ nestled secretly on the side of a hill somewhere in the middle of Somerset’s Mendips. That meant that the man and I got to really stretch the Landrover’s legs getting to this little retreat- driving through Dorset, into Somerset and through some proper fields.
It was magic.
If you are bit of a reprobate and don’t follow the scouts rule of ‘be prepared’ the outdoors can get you soaked through, make your fingers numb, your nose run and cruelly make you fall flat on your face. But there’s some science. Some legitimate, genuine, bona fide science that says we are better out than in. Like most things. Here’s why…
Before December hit I landed a handful of days in Paris- a city I had only ever passed through despite its renowned fame and so said infinite charm. Luckily for me the neighbourhood of Montmartre (where my Airbnb was) happened to be a winner in the Parisian stakes of romantic architecture and crooked charisma. After a potter I learned that this neighbourhood is also home to Pain Pain and I quickly assumed an almond croissant breakfast ritual (a dangerous consequence of staying around the corner from a bakery as good as this one).
On route to this family celebration weekend in Shropshire I got a message from my sister saying that there were pigs and multiple log burners.
And so the stage was set for a cracker…