Geoffrey Peyton: 24 books

This intended trip was to attempt a very long walk along the Lincolnshire Coastline at an area near Cleethorpes. Whether or not I complete it, you will have to read and find out. These lines are more for the lover of a little memoir reading and a spot of humour.

   When i was diagnosed with cancer in March 2015 i realised that i wasn't the invincible person that I honestly believed that I was. I selfishly believed that i was immune to getting cancer, purely because it isn't an hereditary thing in my family. But when reality finally hit home and I...

In 2012, I visited Norfolk, Cumbria, Cornwall, Ayrshire, and the Cotswold's. Normally I would write each of these rambling holidays in segments for quicker reading, but elected instead to write them all down as one complete diary. These are the memoirs of the walks that I under took, not to mention a lot of history of each of the towns that I visited.

This is the memoirs of an ordinary person, but by one who witnessed the hardships of a life of poverty and other misdemeanours of living in a household that contained eight children. This is a story of a boy who had religion rammed down his throat, only to eventually despise God and Christianity...

A short memoir of a trip to the wonderful racecourse of Cartmel in the Southern Lakes of Cumbria. Also a day out at the most picturesque reservoir of Thirlmere, a lake that is very rarely visited by tourists. Also I visit the various homes and workplaces of the poet William Wordsworth, amongst others.

Part one of a two week break in Ayrshire and Cumbria during a warm May in 1991. In this first part I hike from Ayr to Stranraer, sleeping in various wooded locations that are full of natural wildlife and magnificent lochs. Along the way I encounter close calls with the natural inhabitants, not to...

A walk about Porthcawl and the towns environs during the middle of Spring 2013, The journey takes me through a lot of disappointment, but thankfully through lot of the more beauty spots that are further afield from a quite sorrowful town. I am accompanied by Mike Thomas, an old friend who is of Welsh origin and knows the better parts of this majestic country.

This is basically a sequel to short story called 'That walk' that I wrote the previous year. I returned to Cleethorpes once again to complete that long walk that I failed to achieve back then, and this time I was determined to conquer my quest. These are my memoirs of my return, and also to find a little more history of Cleethorpes and its surroundings.

Part two of my northern journey on the west coast of Britain. This time I am in the heart of the Lake District where I revisit some old stamping grounds before deciding on a few days in the small seaside town of Silloth, on the Solway Firth. here I make the choice of staying at a campsite, rather...

  A journey around Snowdonia forms the basis for another short travel story from my jaunts around the British mainland. so enjoy or be annoyed. This is a memoir, so don't  expect a full history lesson, but do expect a short one. Also I visit the North East of the Isle of Anglesey and the the famous Puffin Island. 

Short visits to Laugharne,Tenby, Pontardawe, Pembrokeshire, and Glamorgan respectively. This is my short memoir of a truncated visit to the aforementioned towns and counties of South Wales in December 2013.

   An invitation to visit South Wales during a warm week in the middle of the winter for a free holiday was too much an offer to refuse. A hike about the small town of Neyland, situated dead opposite Pembroke Dock, was a great relief from the rat race that is Birmingham. This a short journal of my visit on the south coast of the magnificent country that is Wales. 

A short journal of an early September week that I spent at the Lizard Peninsula on the Southern Coast of Cornwall, the most southerly point on British mainland. Here I make visits to Falmouth, Helston, and many more nearby places of interest that are close to 'Sea Acres Holiday Park where I was visiting.  

A week in the pleasant village of St Minver, Cornwall in September 2013. As a hardened rambler, I found the public footpaths and bridleways a plethora in abundance for my feet to get carried away with expansive scenery that I find emotionally breath taking. Visits to Port Isaac, Port Quin, Padstow...