About Lindsey


G'day, Bonjour, Hello. Thanks for popping along here. Nice to meet you. My name's Lindsey and I'm a Brit who likes to do stuff. From running across the country to see a friend for a cuppa, pedalling a bicycle across continents to watch sporting events, or just wondering along fence lines retracing a pretty special someone's journey, whatever idea pops into my head I like to see if I can give it a go. I just feel alive when I'm on the road, with my own personal mission to get somewhere in an unconventional way, learning a new skill or something new. Maybe, I’m an adventurer?!

 Speaking at Daisy's retirement home, who's 1931 epic journey of walking the rabbit proof fence I retraced in 2016. 

Speaking at Daisy's retirement home, who's 1931 epic journey of walking the rabbit proof fence I retraced in 2016. 

Where it all started

It all started with too many beers. Jumping the fence at a music festival in Byron Bay, Australia, and then mudsliding. Where I obviously broke my ankle, because it actually wasn’t very muddy, and you know, Karma! I was carted off to Tweed Head hospital, coated head to toe in mud, desperate to try and get in touch with my Mum and Dad, as I was meant to be meeting them in Cairns the following day. They spent a week of their ‘trip of a lifetime to the other side of the world’ at my bedside. It was a bad break: 2 plates, 9 pins.

On the Doc's request to recline for three months, my house mates stacked up films and books to ease my boredom whilst they trotted off to work. When you're sat on your butt all day, for weeks on weeks you get reflective, and things have an impact. Babel, a disaster film connecting four groups of people across different continents inspired me to work in documentaries. And, Follow the Rabbit Proof Fence, would have more of an effect on me later than I'd ever anticipate.

Right as rain, a few months later, and ready to rumble, with my new Cankle, I was back on the Australian backpacker trail of the East Coast. At the end of a hard day’s slog, on the worst job I’ve ever done in my life, rolling bananas in a production line, I received a call from home. My dad had died in the night. Suddenly. Of a heart attack. And. I. Could. Not. Breath……

I was on the first plane home back to England. I was lost. Confused. And unbelievably sad. So, I threw myself into adventure and endurance to deal with the grief.

 
 To bude in the nude

To bude in the nude

 Meeting haile gebrselassie whilst cycling to the South Africa World Cup 

Meeting haile gebrselassie whilst cycling to the South Africa World Cup 

 My first adventure. Cycling to paris, in memory of my dad with these beauties.

My first adventure. Cycling to paris, in memory of my dad with these beauties.

 je parle franglais en skates

je parle franglais en skates

 Running with Kenyans

Running with Kenyans

 runkulele

runkulele


I also like to talk. I’m quite good at nattering.

And, so I utilise this skill (that prevented me from ever being leader of the pack at Girl Guides many moons ago) to tell tales about my adventures. I've spoken at schools, art galleries, women’s groups, hospitals and old people's homes. My favourite was visiting the retirement home of a character whose own journey back in 1931, I retraced. Crikey. I got wobbly and some nurses blubbed too.  

With a background in journalism and documentary-making topped with a lust for travel and wandering (I had a duvet cover donning the map of the world growing up), I go wherever my curious nose takes me. Ears flapping wide to absorb any local character stories and generally heart rate pumping as I like to keep my feet moving.

 Making my first documentary in Rwanda

Making my first documentary in Rwanda

 Still keeping it elevated

Still keeping it elevated

I started with the London Triathlon, having not ridden more than 400m since  I was 12 years old. I really liked it, and felt inspired about life again. So, I then cycled London to Paris. I liked that too. Each time I faced one of those big, ugly hills, which I hated and spat at,  I thought about the book and film I’d recently seen, Follow the Rabbit Proof Fence, and compared what I was doing to what those little girls endured. I then felt like a massive softy. So, I got on with it. I loved adventure and never felt more alive than when i was on one. So, each time a new adventure idea mysteriously crept into my head I'd just do it. They made me a feel a bit invincible. And with a career freelancing in broadcasting journalism, where there can be many gaps of work throughout the calendar, I got plenty of opportunities of free time. And the low budget just makes them more fun.

Past Adventures

2017 - Truck Tales - circumnavigating Australia with Truck Drivers

2016 - Walking the Rabbit Proof Fence

2013 - To Bude in the Nude- 150 mile rollerskate to Bude in a nude suit, because it rhymed

2013 - Je Parle Franglais en skates - Rollerskating to Paris whilst learning French

2013 - Running with Kenyans - Turned 30 and wanted to run a sub 3.0hr marathon. It didn't happen!!! 

2012 - Runkule - 250 mile run to Manchester playing the ukulele

2012 - Running to Wales - I ran from London to see a friend for a cup of tea

2012 - Ironman Nice

2011 - Ironman Regensburg

2011 - London to Frankfurt cycle- to make the Women’s World Cup 2011

2010 - Cycle to the Cup - Cairo to Cape Town to make the
2010 FIFA World Cup

2009 - Ironman 70.3 Antwerp

2009 - Lands End to John O’Groats

2008 - London Olympic Triathlon

2008 - London to Paris cycle