Seven Short Adventures…

I’ve not posted here for a while but things seem to keep getting in the way of writing new material, while the weather and other commitments have meant there haven’t been any recent days or weeks out worthy of talking about. All this is soon set to change though with a number of biking (that’s without an engine) adventures planned along with more trips to the hills.

I have however finally finished Yuri Medev’s second outing entitled The Kirov Conspiracy, which will be released very soon (I’m just sorting out a book cover) and have published a collection of stories called Seven Short Adventures. As the title would suggest, it recounts past travels with the title headings listed below; if you like the sound of it then you can get it from the link at the end. So here are the adventures…

Travels in Norway

There was something eerie and primeval about the sound, which was instantly recognisable even to someone who hadn’t heard it before. More of a wail than a howl, it rose and fell in the twilight of the northern night and was answered by another – a little closer but still some distance away – hidden somewhere amongst the trees...

The Top of Scotland

The rain shower moved steadily across the choppy waters of Loch Stack driven before a fresh north-westerly wind. Beyond the loch, a heathery wilderness stretched away to the dark ridges of bare hills while Ben Stack rose steeply above, its imposing presence belying its modest altitude…

Travels in Colorado

There is something rather surreal about sitting at breakfast, watching people dressed in breathing masks and carrying cylinders of oxygen as they butter their slices of toast, and pour their coffee as if about to set out for Everest. My hotel by Colorado’s Lake Dillon though is at 9100 feet above sea level, which is twice the height of Ben Nevis or about level with Eigerwand Station on the Jungfrau and a fair height to arrive at by car without the benefit of any exercise on the way up. After these men in masks there were the raiders – those who had already had breakfast but had returned with doggie bags to fill with more food for the day ahead. If it’s free why not I thought – and picked up a banana and a couple of apples for later…

A Long Weekend in Grindelwald

Once the chalet developments were left behind, a leisurely gondola ride over a peaceful scene of pine forest and alpine meadow then brought me up out of the valley with constant views of the Eiger, and the surrounding Oberland summits as a backdrop. On arrival at First, the air is filled with the sound of cowbells, and I wonder if the sound annoys the creatures though I suppose they get used to it…

A Journey to Saas Fee

The valley of the Rhone between Brig and Visp is a place of odd contrasts. On its parched floor, ancient hay barns vie for space with high tech business parks, while above, vast mountain slopes drop from fields of permanent snow to sun-warmed vineyards – from Arctic to Mediterranean in two vertical miles. Our bus rumbled on through the dusty late summer heat, passing here a cornfield sandwiched between a furniture warehouse and a Scania Trucks depot…

One Summer at Glencoe Mountain

The Plateau Cafe despite being closed served as a kind of advance base camp today; its walls giving some shelter from the rain-bearing westerly winds that swept in across the Scottish Highlands from the North Atlantic. I had walked up a trail that doubles as one of the downhill mountain bike tracks from the Glencoe Mountain Resort aka Glencoe Ski Centre in somewhat better conditions but I was now debating whether or not to carry on…

World’s End and the Coast of Death

Heading up the hill from the pleasant fishing town of Ribeira and following the signs towards Corrubedo, we crossed the low spine of what was now our home peninsula. It was October in the region of Galicia in North West Spain and the journey today would take us along the Coast of Death to World’s End. The evocative names refer not to a tale of marauding pirates but to the Costa de la Muerte – so named for the number of shipwrecks that have occurred here – and Finisterre or Fisterra, which means World’s End. That name comes from the Romans in whose time it was the limit of the known world and the farthest west one could travel by land…

So – there are the trips in the new book which you can get hold of from my own Lone Island Books page – enjoy!

adventure travel book cover

 

 

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About Pete Buckley

I'm Pete Buckley the UK based indie author of "The Colonel of Krasnoyarsk" a high speed adventure thriller in which the reader is introduced to Russian Agent Colonel Yuri Medev and Jim Bergman of the FBI who must overcome political differences and work together to defeat a dangerous enemy - perhaps some of our politicians should read it to find out how. I have just finished the next Yuri Medev adventure entitled "The Kirov Conspiracy" due for release soon, while previously I wrote a couple of travel stories about various wonderful places such as New Zealand and the Swiss Alps. Aside from writing, travel has always been a big inspiration with hiking, biking and the outdoors taking up much of my time when I'm not looking after the kids. Thanks for visiting.
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