The decision to fuck off to Oslo during The Void, you know, that weird vortex between Christmas and New Year which usually consists entirely of leftovers and cheese, was a spontaneous one. I was chatting to a friend who lives in Oslo and she mentioned how her upcoming trip to London would be more expensive [...]
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Mallorca – The Major Fuckery
Thursday As we wandered through Cala Millor on Tuesday evening in search of cheap piss and food, we saw a shop advertising segway tours. We asked about it and it turned out they went to Punta de n'Amer, a little sort of nature area jutting out into the sea not far from where we were [...]
Mallorca – The Good Bits
Tuesday There are probably a metric fuck tonne of show caves in Mallorca so it'd be rude not to put at least one of them into our eyeholes. We're both a sucker for a cave and it doesn't seem to matter how many we gawp at over the years, we still seek out more. There [...]
Mallorca – The Minor Fuckery
Oh, journey to Mallorca, shall we count the ways in which you can fuck right off? Trespassers on the line meant trains were severely delayed or just outright cancelled. Last time this happened we were trying to get from Brighton to London to see a comedy show and all trains just terminated at Gatwick. We [...]
Day 95 – Adlington to Edale
That ยฃ77.99 we spent to stay in the Travelodge was probably the best ยฃ77.99 we've ever spent. We both slept so well and we didn't have to subsequently drive for over an hour to the trailhead. In fact we decided not to drive to the end and catch a train to the start like we [...]
Day 94b – Knutsford to Adlington
Well today very nearly didn't happen and not even because of Tarrant's various injuries. She's actually been seeing a private physio recently because as lovely as the NHS guy was, and as grateful as she was to be seen by someone this side of the apocalypse, all he did was tell her she probably had [...]
Day 94a – Plumley to Knutsford
We were meant to walk from Plumley to Adlington today but it was always touch and go as to whether Tarrant was going to be able to do it, but she's a brave little soldier and decided to give it a go. What's the worst that could happen? Aside from, y'know, permanent maiming. She was [...]
Day 93 – Mouldsworth to Plumley
Well today was remarkably more enjoyable than the last two days. For me anyway, Tarrant's general ankle issues were having a right old party today and her right shin decided to join in because apparently it didn't think she was in enough pain. She's been using new ankle straps, she's wondering if they're causing what [...]
Day 92 – Flint to Mouldsworth
Today was going to be our longest day of the lot if Komoot, the app I'd let plan these five days, was to be believed so we decided straight away that if there was a shortcut to be taken then we would absolutely take it because fuck walking over twenty miles in one go quite [...]
Day 91 – Prestatyn to Flint
I won't lie, I was looking forward to this section, the bit between Prestatyn and Edale, the absolute least. Even before my mental health went to shit back in 2022 and I pretty much hated fucking everything and spent my days on the Offa's Dyke Path Googling ways to not be on that bastard path [...]