As the days grew longer and the sun stretched higher, I found myself chasing adventures both close to home and further afield. Spring led me across misty reservoirs and moorland villages, where history seemed to linger in every stone and shadow. Summer swept me to sunlit coasts and whitewashed hill towns, where the air smelled of salt, jasmine, and grilled sardines. From the quiet green streets of Bournville to the windswept moors of Haworth, from the dramatic sweep of Derwent Dam to the golden sands of Torremolinos, this season has been a tapestry of contrasts – wild and calm, historic and modern, familiar and new.