Moves, mishaps and mountains: behind the scenes of a Planet Prancer.

Where have I been?

Where have I been?

There’s no denying that things have been a bit sparse on the prancing front these past three years. While my mind has dreamt of new, even grander adventures, other commitments and failings have thought otherwise - and the result has been stuttering and stumbling...

Following in the footsteps of a superhero

Following in the footsteps of a superhero

People sometimes ask where I get my energy and thirst for challenge/adventure from but it's not difficult to tell: four weeks ago my mum, aged 72, completed a huge 5-day, 275km ride through the West Bank in aid of Medical Aid for Palestinians (MAP). Along the way she...

New year, new Ben?

New year, new Ben?

This year I have two new year's resolutions. I'm told that goals and targets should be SMART - specific, measurable, attainable/achievable, realistic and time-phased (or something along those lines) but on these terms, my new year's resolutions fail resolutely. They...

The End.

The End.

So I've just danced 1350 miles across Britain to Land's End. Thanks to everyone who helped me get here. Now, time for a rest...

Taking the Path Less Travelled

Taking the Path Less Travelled

I’ve finally hit upon the solution to my road-dancing, support-needing dilemma: the wonderous south coast path. I have about 30 miles more to dance to get from Taunton to Exeter or Sidmouth, and from then on I’ll get to shake, shimmy and shuffle along some of the UK’s...

The hit and run: what happened

The hit and run: what happened

Wednesday 3rd October 2012 It had been a long day of dancing, with a whole heap of hills along the route from Wiltshire's Bradford on Avon to Somerset's Wells. Coupled to us beginning the day late after being joined by the Mayor and 50 or so fabulous dancing residents...

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