A couple of years ago, after rediscovering angling, I decided, for the first time in decades to go fishing on the opening day of the season.
The venue was easy to chose - the monastic pond I fished obsessively as a youth. I wanted to be there at dawn which meant a 3 a.m. start. Plus I would not have the car.
My preference on any adventure is to walk in. But I had a fair bit of kit and food/drink to make it all viable.
The answer, if not obvious was not long in arriving, I would go, as in my youth, by bike.
So I acquired a long abandoned mountain bike of my brother's and after sorting it mechanically, added some paniers etc.from the local Poundstretcher for about a tenner.
It was an adventure that's for sure and one that connected me with my environment much more than being in a motor by a huge amount.
That bike trip has since become a much loved annual tradition and I can't wait for Little Boots to join me, since we regularly go wombling with food, drink and stoves on the "treaders".