I'm so glad we decided to take today off. Not only are my poor, battered legs a bit stiff today but my arms are bloody killing me, probably from where I was using my poles to drag my unwilling carcass up hills and clinging onto various fences for dear, sweet life. I think I have [...]
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Day 12 – Dancing Ledge to West Lulworth
TLDRโฆEyeholes: "Oh my fucking god will you JUST LOOK AT THAT VIEW?! I can't even <3"Camera: "Meh. S'alright."Brain: "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING SO CLOSE TO THE EDGE ARE YOU INSANE?! That's it. Sit down. You're not going anywhere." Winspit. A popular spot for a little party it seems. In an absolute stroke of [...]
Day 11 – Bournemouth to Dancing Ledge
Well I 100% didn't need all that alcohol I drank last night, and I definitely felt like I had more than four drinks. This was possibly the reason it took so bloody long to get going today despite the fact we didn't have to take a tent down. We needed breakfast and a Mug Shot [...]
Day 10 – The New Forest to Bournemouth
I slept so well last night in the woods, it's always a little bit warmer and a little bit darker, and I feel more out of sight therefore a bit safer. Obviously there are potential perils such as a badger nicking off with your biscuits but I'd take that over a stern telling off any [...]
Day 9 – Southampton to The New Forest
Our original plan for this section was to follow the Solent Way to the coast then just follow the sea all the way into Bournemouth which sounds super lovely and idyllic but you know what? We're going to have 630 miles of coast when we hit the South West Coast Path. We can save ourselves [...]
Day 8 – Winchester to Southampton
Tarrant has been having problems with her feet resulting in her walking like she'd shat herself. Her Merrells started disintegrating around mile 60, and they've completely compressed so she has no cushioning at all which she's very much not used to. To be fair she not used to walking miles every day full stop. She's [...]
Day 7 – Rest Day, Winchester
In an uncharacteristic show of restraint we didn't try and cram everything in Winchester into our eyeholes in one day like the massive tourists we are. Instead we decided to be selective, and allow time for other things such as lunch, and actual resting as this was, in fact, our rest day. We figured we'd [...]
Day 6 – Old Winchester Hill to Winchester
The day started with large quantities of judgemental sheep glaring at us as we shuffled our way to the first trig of the day. All I wanted to do was look at a lump of concrete and they made me feel like I'd got home too late after getting drunk, tripped over the expensive rug, [...]
Day 5 – Didling Hill to Old Winchester Hill
So we had to make a decision; do we take it easy between here and Winchester and give ourselves another three days? Or do we beast through and do it in two? We only had 33 miles to go. Even us with our tendencies to plod and stop a lot to gawp at scenery like [...]
Day 4 – Storrington to Didling Hill
We've been dragging our unwilling carcasses out of bed at some ludicrously early hours, not out of any burning desire to watch the new day dawn but that's a happy side effect. We get up early because we're not meant to be there and I'm terrified we'll get a bollocking off an angry local. I'd [...]