the view from fanling

When I came to work at the Outward Bound School of Hong Kong in January 1974, I’d been attracted by the statement that ‘there are miles and ...

I travelled abroad for the first time in 1966, when I was still a teenager. My companions were two fellow students from Manchester—the same ...

I’ve written previously of how I was originally attracted to Hong Kong in 1974 by the following statement in a job advert: There are miles...

Twenty-five years ago, give or take a few hours, Paula and I were running frantically through gridlocked traffic in Central on our way to an...

You see yon precipice—it almost looks Like some vast building made of many crags, And in the midst is one particular rock That rises l...

Between 1974 and 1976, I spent almost all my free time exploring the ‘miles and miles of unclimbed sea cliffs’ that had lured me to Hong K...

I have a confession to make: I’m prone to what might be termed ‘impossible fantasies’. One such involves the idea that if I were afforded ...

In the summer of 1987, I took my eight-year-old son Siegfried rock climbing for the first time. The climb I chose to take him up is named Co...