As soon as we left Kington we were waking up a right bastard of a relentless hill. You know those ones that aren't too steep but they just don't give up? Yeah. That. The eyehole fodder was very much worth the slog though and was, as always, the perfect excuse to stop and turn around [...]
Oh dear gosh, today was difficult. I didn't feel too bad at first but you know how sometimes a hangover creeps slowly in like little tendrils of doom across your brain? Pretty much that. There weren't many hills and they weren't particularly brutal but the ones we did encounter nearly bloody killed me. I swear [...]
I dozed off and on this morning waiting for a break in the rain so I could make a break for the toilets but I swear, every time I thought it had stopped and sat up it resumed pattering down onto the tent. It's quite nice though, lying in the tent as gentle rain cascades [...]
We'd asked Mary if we could have breakfast at 7.30am and she delivered. We walked downstairs and she was in the process of drowning various parts of a dead pig in oil for us. My arteries hardened just watching it. She made me a tea and made Tarrant make her own coffee because she "hates [...]
Last night as we sat in the restaurant shovelling a particularly good biriyani into our chops we decided that we'd preempt our desire for a room tomorrow night and called a place in Pandy that kept cropping up in our searches called the Lancaster Arms. Turned out she couldn't have us on account of the [...]
On account of the fact it seems we're fair weather campers these days, we ended up walking a few miles further than we intended today. We were only about a mile and three quarters from the Offa's Dyke trail marker so off we fucked as the sky threatened to release a thousand furies. Sure enough [...]
Right then! Onwards to Wales! We very reluctantly tore ourselves away from the wonderful Mollie's Motel this morning and veered towards McDonald's for breakfast. Don't look at me like that, I absolutely and unashamedly fucking love a Macca's brekky. I don't even need to be hungover. No one does hashbrowns like these guys and the [...]
I genuinely have no idea how I'm going to squeeze a blog post out of today, it was just a 14.9 mile plod. It was more of a chore than anything, a way to get from A to B. We'd planned to jump back on the coast path to Portishead, the in-process England Coast Path [...]
We woke up having not been trampled by cows which is always a nice thing to wake up to, and when we crossed into the next field we were treated to actual eyehole fodder which I don't believe had been a thing since we got back on the trail. Or maybe it had been but [...]
We finally got our shit together this morning, bussed from our hotel back into Bridgwater and restarted the trail where we left off at the train station. Right then. Four more days and we should be starting the Offa's Dyke Path all being well. Assuming we can actually get through the footpaths and they're not [...]
Travel & Shit 