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I began this blog soon after arriving in North Wales in summer 2022, having given up my career as an Early Years teacher in London for the chance to live somewhere more peaceful and slow-paced. I spent my first year here in Bangor as a Stay-At-Home-Dad and an MA student. I'm now neither of those things, and I've found a nice, quiet job in Mental Health working for Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. That's a joke, in case it needed spelling out. Let's just say my stress levels are still slightly lower than they were when I was teaching.

In my last few years in London, I started walking as a way of combating the stress of work, Covid, and general anxiety over the state of the world. I used walking as a means of discovering the history of my neighbourhood and the wider city. I followed underground rivers and searched for the remains of cattle markets, abandoned railway stations, and anything that hinted at what might have once stood here. When I moved to Wales, I used the same strategy to build a connection with my new home.

This blog is a space for me to share my thoughts on walking, photography, parenthood, and 

You can contact me on joebengeuk@gmail.com or via my site at joebenge.uk

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