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 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 [...]