“I Began to realise how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. That if you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms. Hug it, love it, and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good.”
– Roald Dahl –
In 2015: I set off from Bluff, New Zealand to run 1,911 miles along the Te Araroa trail. Alone, unsupported and with all my gear in a 14kg backpack, I travelled through New Zealand’s backcountry for 148 days, scrambling through forests, along ridge-lines, over mountain passes, along beaches and across swollen rivers.
Running up to 52 kilometres in a day, I slept wild most nights, and was taken into the homes and hearts of the kiwi people in between.
In October 2016 I saddled up on a bike called Bernard and set off as part of a two-woman team on a mission to explore some of the most beautiful and remote areas of the Southern Andes. We spent 184 days pedalling our way 5,500 miles through Bolivia, Chile and Argentina, and ascended over 100,000 metres – equivalent to 11 times the height of Everest – on our humble bicycles.
In 2013 I set out, alone and unassisted, on a 7 month, 11,000 mile cycle through North America – taking in one Canadian province and each and every state of the USA. On a mission to spread a little two wheeled love and inspiration, I rode a beautiful Pink bike (called Boudica) and visited local schools and communities wherever I could to give talks along the way.
On February 16th, 2016 I clambered out of my London back garden and started a very special adventure. I had no set destination, no set mode of transport and no agenda other than to spend one month exploring Europe. Yes folks – this was an unplanned, unstructured, social media driven, flying-by-the-seat-of-my-pants adventure.
Because beyond my back gate is the world, and it’s a damn shame not to explore it at every opportunity.