One year ago today Sarah and I watched the sun come up on the Trent after the most difficult 24 hrs of my life.

Bangkok doesn't really feel like the place to be one year on...but I woke at 5.30am and watched the sunrise over the skyscrapers. I'd have rather been up at Skiddaw House with Mum and Kate in the lakes.

I've lost count of the number of times I've wanted to tell my Dad about our adventures. He would have loved it all...the Russian trains, the crazy Chinese, the people of SE Asia...

There are prayer flags fluttering up at Nam Tso lake in Tibet with his name on. It may be a long way from Skiddaw but I know he would have liked it there, surrounded by mountains. Even if I haven't been able to speak to him, hopefully he is following us round. Just not on this blog.