Seville (& Cรณrdoba), Spain, Part 3

When I was researching this trip I discovered that Cรณrdoba is less than an hour away by train. When we talked about taking city breaks to assist with my mental health not taking an utter nose dive on account of the lack of long term travel whilst we saved for sensible grown up things such [...]

Seville (& Cรณrdoba), Spain, Part 1

Alright, we're doing it, we're going back to Spain despite the fact last time we went if it could go tits up it very much did go tits up culminating in Tarrant stacking it off a segway in spectacular fashion and shattering her tibial plateau in the process. She's still walking with a stick and [...]

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 [...]