There’s a strange belief that’s ubiquitous in most travel blogs, and that’s the sense that if you’re not selling all of your possessions and going travelling for a year or more then you’re not really going on an adventure. Well, I call bullshit on that nonsense. I write on Grand Days Out about Yorkshire, mostly, because that’s my own recapturing of adventure in my every day life. Yes, I’m planning ‘The Big Trip’ in capital letters, but that’s not an option for most people and even now and with months of planning, things are still getting in my way.
But travel doesn’t have to be a huge great leap into the frightening unknown. It can simply be a small step into something that’s a little outside the ordinary and makes you happy that you bothered to leave the house for a few hours after work. Adventurer Alastair Humphreys talks a lot about microadventures and making the most of the hours 5 – 9 after work, instead of concentrating on the 9 – 5 during the working day.
When I was thinking about taking more trips to new places at the weekends and in the evenings, Alastair’s regular blogs and accounts of his own microadventures definitely informed what I was thinking about. Personally, I need to get better at camping – I’m not very good at it and I haven’t even got a bivvy bag – but sleeping under the stars somewhere near home as he often advocates, is definitely high on my list of things to do this summer.
Adventures can happen any day. They just don’t have to happen everyday.
In a similar vein, a dream trip doesn’t have to encompass months away from reality. A dream trip is anywhere in the world you’re desperate to get to, whether you visit there for only a couple of days, or take the plunge and go exploring for a couple of years. And that brings me to the real reason for this post: my dream trip in miniature.
Because I still can’t trust my body to carry me away from home for a few months without the potential for illness, I’ve had to rethink my own grand trip a little. But that doesn’t mean I have to sit around waiting to feel 100% better, does it? Since my own flesh and blood is letting me down right now I’m taking a shorter adventure, but still travelling to somewhere that seemed truly magical to me as a child.
To that end: I’m going to Iceland!
Although Iceland may now be known as one of the settings for Game of Thrones, or as the country that can actually kick out its elected representatives via legitimate protest – as should be the case – when I was a child reading about the Icelandic folk tales it was always the land of ice and magic. It was a place where whales met elves, and witches lived with the wild horses within sight of arching mountains that looked like the backs of giants. And now, as a fully-fledged grown-up, I’m finally getting to go.
During the 20th – 25th May 2016 it’ll be me and the Vikings, me and the whales, me and the Phallological Museum, me and the Land of Ice and Fire, me and The White Walkers – and more importantly, it’ll be me and my boyfriend taking a dream trip in miniature to somewhere we’ve both always wanted to go.
Keep an eye out next month for stories of the Golden Circle, Reykjavik, whale watching, and swimming between continental plates! I’m so excited.
It’s going to be magical.
Where are you going this summer? Let me know in the comments!