I’m Aron—a wanderer at heart, drawn to the quiet call of forests, hills, mountains, and all the wild, untamed places. I walk not to escape life, but to move more deeply within it, stepping beyond routine and into landscapes that stir something ancient in me. The wilderness speaks in a language I don’t fully understand, yet somehow recognise.
My companion is Carys, a faithful Border Collie whose bright spirit and curiosity form the quiet compass of our wandering. She moves with an instinct older than any trail, her paws tracing messages left by the earth itself. She is the steady pulse of our adventures—the heartbeat beside mine.
Together, we move through silence and solitude, letting the slow rhythm of each trail clear the mind and settle the soul.
This blog is an exercise in creative expression—a place to shape my days into words that are sometimes poetic, sometimes philosophical, always rooted in the honest details of the walks I share with Carys. It’s part diary, part field journal, a simple record of moments that might otherwise slip away. Writing helps me notice more, feel more, and understand more.
I compose my journal out there—sometimes speaking into a recorder as I walk, letting thoughts fall into step with my pace; other times pausing beneath a tree or beside a stream to write in a notebook. It’s my way of catching the fleeting things: a shift of shadow, a sudden lift of wings, the small details that appear only when you slow down enough to see them.
Nature repeats herself—the sun rises, trails reappear, mornings follow familiar rhythms. My posts may echo one another at times, not out of carelessness but out of faithfulness to the experience. I’ll always try to capture what makes each day its own.
I’m a private person by nature. I prefer to move quietly through the world, keeping a measure of anonymity. But each story shared here adds another thread to this small digital tapestry. Now and then, I’ll lift the veil a little and offer glimpses into the quieter corners of my life. Over time, these fragments may form a more intimate portrait—of me, of Carys, and of the many wild places we wander within.
And perhaps, as you wander with us through these pages, you’ll feel the hush of something ancient calling—the outdoors speaking in wind, rain, and birdsong, inviting you to step outside and listen.