Some of Britain’s best walking is in Wales. It’s not just the quality, it’s the variety too. Riverside ambles? Try the Wye, Severn or Usk. Dramatic coastline? Pembrokeshire and the Gower are magnificent. Strong mountains with rocky ridges? Snowdonia. Unfrequented moorland with no tracks to be beaten? Mid-Wales is made of it.

I don’t even find its alleged remoteness an issue. One October day on my cross-Wales walk I left London by a (not too early) morning train, changed to the Brecon bus at Cardiff, enjoyed a lunchtime pint, and still had time to walk 15 miles through and over the Honddu valley.

Wales was a happy choice for my first trans-national walk, but I had put in thirty years before that was begun. Like for so many hillwalkers, Snowdon was the first real mountain I ever climbed, on a perfect April day while in my early 20s; after a break from walking of many wasted years, Offa’s Dyke Path was the trail on which I rekindled my love for the great outdoors.

Since then I have walked Glyndŵr’s Way and most of the Dyfi Valley Way as well as picked up many Hewitts, including all the Welsh 3000-footers.

I plan to add more routes and hills from my archives in due course.