Outdoors stories

“Move over. I need to rest my gun there” isn’t something I’d prepared myself to hear. I was inspecting a site near the town of Dululu and the farmer was having dingo problems....

We confidently prepared and set off from South Africa in 1984 for a three week holiday in Namibia. My husband had converted an old 1600cc Kombi into ...

The three children were beside themselves when it was announced that we were going to exchange our home for a tree house for a few days....

Churning stomach turning to jelly, knees knocking, nausea rising…

I seemed to have been born with an inbuilt fear of heights, as those physical re...

I haven’t met a person from Finland who wasn't a genuine, fear-inducing psychopath. When I finished school I worked in a remote gold mine in Western Australia’s Pilbara region....

I am greeted by a million twinkling stars glistening on the sunlit sea. Blue sky above me, ocean before me, coastal forest behind me, beach sand bene...