Sea Stacks are beautiful things, aren’t they? In this roundup of adventurey stuff from around the web I get sidetracked by stacks and strange rocky landscapes. I’m quickly concluding that rocks are more beautiful than I’ve ever thought. Then it was back to bikes and slow motion waves, as per normal. But, back to the point in hand: I feel a hit list for trips coming on, fueled by the BBC, Cereal Mag (who also went abroad and snapped a few, which didn’t help matters on the obsession), and memories of some I saw in the flesh (and hugged a little bit) earlier this year in Margate (secret gems).
The BBC put together a list of the UK’s greatest geocities which might as well have just been called PHWOAR ROCKS. I mean, bloody hell. Have a look at them.
In order, my three favourites.
Cereal mag goes travelling and it’s all very beautiful. Especially the Melbourne stacks. I saw some nice UK ones near Margate this year but these just make my head feel dreamy.
Rapha wax lyrical about city lines. Poetry, prompting me to think ‘god, I love my bike’ slightly more breathlessly than normal.
East London running map. From those clever Like The Wind Magazine folk’s fine running popup on Leonard Street (shuts soon, go see it).
Bloody loving Lucas Brunelle’s shots going up on Twitter at the moment. Discovering weirdo world spots like the bridge of bones.
Last weekend Rapha held their Super Cross series. Serious riding with foam and tequila forfeits thrown in. Love Collyn Ahart’s photo of the manic foam action.
LA cinematographer and bike nut Richie Trimble rides a ridiculously tall bike through the sunny streets of Los Angeles. Lots of gawping and a world record set. Skip to 1:56 to see a heartbeat-thumping moment.
Emily Maye’s behind-the-scenes riding shots are just ace. Following up her Beach London exhibition from earlier this year, Mull It Over have a nice interview with Maye about being out on the road.
Time-Lapse of Canada’s First National Park. That’s the source of the super sexy stars shot that you’ll see up top.
La Nuit De La Glisse, or, Addicted to Life is a beautiful trailer for a film dedicated to the best sides of water. Slow motion waves and stunning ski shots. There were kayaking and some other bits in there too, but I was too distracted to notice.
“There’s a little bit of crazy in us all, though. If you’re going to line up for a marathon and call that your sport, you’re definitely a little messed up, but I get a weird satisfaction out of it.” Young artist, beer lover and rad lady ran her 2:28 breakthrough PB in a marathon earlier this year. Crazy.
Entries to this year’s National Geographic photo contest are as beautiful as you’d expect.
Turkish rock climbing. I love this idea of this being my morning view, and it has me scouring the web for pictures of crumbling rocks in Olympos.
1. Delabole Quarry in Cornwall
2. I have been googling Brecon Beacons. Aren’t they just great?
3. ‘Lulworth crumple’ on the Jurassic Coast
Al Humphreys interviewed Nick Hunt about adventure and slow magic of walking.
O’Neill and global team rider Jeremy Jones are gearing up for the European premiere screenings of Higher, the final chapter in Jones’ Deeper, Further, Higher series of big mountain snowboarding films. Looks ace, premiered at London’s lovely Union Chapel this week.
“In brief, my the work takes Alfred Watkins’ 1921 theory of leylines as a starting point of looking at man’s relationship to landscape and the psychological rootedness within it. It uses the vantage of family relationship and my father’s search for the St. Michael’s leyline in the fields near the house he moved to after being diagnosed with cancer and I will be exhibiting a three-screen video work as the main element of the exhibited work. “ This is a very interesting crowd-funding project.
“I walked 2,500 miles across Europe, from the Hook of Holland to Istanbul. This was a dream I’d had since I was eighteen – following in the footsteps of the late travel writer Patrick Leigh Fermor, who did this walk in 1933-34. My walk took me through Holland, Germany, Austria, Slovakia, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria and Turkey, starting in the depths of the Central European winter and ending in the heat of the Balkan summer. I followed two major rivers and crossed three mountain ranges, finding accommodation in the homes of hospitable strangers, wild-camping in the woods, squatting in abandoned castles, sleeping rough when necessary – during the course of my journey I stayed in a Hungarian school, a Romanian nunnery, a Bulgarian monastery and a Transylvanian psychiatric hospital.” – Nick Hunt