Hiking from Eastbourne to Lands End to John O Groats in a National Trail crushing extravaganza. We were only going to do LEJOG, but as we started looking at the route we decided to use the north section of the South West Coast Path to make a start and eventually figured it’d be rude not to start in Poole and do the whole thing. That somehow morphed into “might as well tag the South Downs Way onto the start of that” and I have no idea why but I’m guessing wine might have played a role in that decision.
I’ll add blog posts to this page as I write them, and pin-drops to the Google Map below as we progress. I’ll even try to post stuff on Instagram too but no guarantees because I am inherently lazy.
BUDGET
(This budget is for one human. It’s just what I’m spending, so sometimes accommodation will be based on two sharing but only my half is accounted for.)
Days In: 77
Amount Spent: £2606.06
Daily Average: £33.84
Doing It For The ‘Gram…
Lands End To John O Groats… PLUS
On account of the fact the world went to shit and no one really knew if or when international travel will return to some manner of normal, we scrapped all…
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Day 1 – Eastbourne to Firle(ish)
We’d decided to start our trip with the South Downs Way as it’s our local trail and we’ve wanted to do the whole thing for ages. We also decided to…
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Day 2 – Firle(ish) to Pyecombe
I didn’t sleep well at all last night. We were pitched on a slight slope and my mat is slightly slippy and my sleeping bag is slightly slippy which meant…
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Day 3 – Pyecombe to Storrington
I don’t think I’ve ever woken up in a church on Good Friday before. I’m surprised a godless heathen like myself didn’t burn up as soon as I laid out…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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Day 12 – Dancing Ledge to West Lulworth
TLDR…Eyeholes: “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…
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Day 13 – Rest Day, West Lulworth
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…
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Day 14 – West Lulworth to Osmington
Our plan today was to camp before Weymouth which would mean a super short day of ten miles or so. We didn’t really want to go further as that would…
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Day 15 – Osmington to The Isle Of Portland
We fully intended to get around the whole of Portland today, emerge triumphant from the other side then head a few miles away where we thought we might be able…
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Day 16 – The Isle Of Portland to West Bexington
I’ve been getting cold at night and given the general badassery of my kit that really shouldn’t happen. I was lovely and warm when we camped at the YHA in…
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Day 17 – West Bexington to Lyme Regis
When we camped on the cliffs at Osmington my brain took that lovely sound of the waves below crashing on the rocks and decided we were sleeping next to a…
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Day 18 – Lyme Regis to Branscombe Beach
We swapped the sounds of the sea for the sounds of the A35 last night but to be fair, once I’m drifting off, as long as the noise is steady…
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Day 19 – Branscombe Beach to Exmouth
I think my poor diet has finally caught up with me, you could pebble dash a wall with my arse this morning. Walking on a shingle beach is hard enough…
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Day 20 – Exmouth to Maidencombe
We woke up to drizzle. It wasn’t meant to be drizzling but here we were. Tarrant said I’d angered the weather gods because I said yesterday’s rain felt like they…
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Day 21 – Maidencombe to Torquay
Acceptably slopey is the new flat but you’ll still end up crumpled at the bottom of the tent, waking up every hour to claw your way back up your mat.…
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Day 22 – Rest Day, Torquay
I adore camping, I really do, but I also love waking up in a nice, comfy bed. It’s also fucking lovely having a lie in because you don’t have to…
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Day 23 – Torquay to Woodhuish
It’s always a nice, chilled start when we wake up somewhere we’re allowed to be and there was no risk of an angry local showing up and tearing strips off…
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Day 24 – Woodhuish to Beesands
We had some absolutely violent hills to start the day with. Six miles of the fuckers. I don’t know why I continue to be all confused and surprised when my…
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Day 25 – Beesands to Soar Mill Cove
We managed to get the tent packed down with minimal sand incidents which had to be the work of a higher power given that between last night’s drizzle and the…
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Day 26 – Soar Mill Cove to Beacon Hill
We had a couple of things to actually think about today which was a bit of a shock to the grey spongy thing between my ears. Rather than just meandering…
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Day 27 – Beacon Hill to Bovisand Beach
Well today can actually, quite frankly, fuck right off. I just want to get that out there from the start. It was an utter shitcunt of a day and if…
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Day 28 – Bovisand Beach to Plymouth
It was meant to be sunny when we woke up but it was still very much wet and windy. Thanks, Met Office. I think we can safely ignore the weather…
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Day 29 – Plymouth to Portwrinkle
We figured we might as well have a nice, chilled start to the day, largely because literally any excuse to be a little bit lazy, plus we didn’t have to…
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Day 30 – Portwrinkle to East Combe
Fuck my life what an awful night’s sleep. Clearly our definition of acceptably slopey is getting more and more liberal as the trail presents less and less places to camp.…
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Day 31 – East Combe to Black Head
It’s amazing what a difference a flat pitch makes. I slept so well that when the alarm went off I went back to sleep which is very much a Tarrant…
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Day 32 – Black Head to Dodman Point
The hideous steps between St Austell and Mevagissey were foretold by a chap I talk to on Instagram. Aaall the way down to come aaall the way back up. They’re…
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Day 33 – Dodman Point to Bohortha
Another absolute stunner of a night’s sleep but yeah nah, didn’t need any of that beer yesterday. It’s not like we drank a lot but my entire being made it…
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Day 34 – Bohortha to Falmouth
We fell asleep to the sound of the waves crashing onto the rocks far below us and woke up to birds chirping in the hedgerow we’d pitched next to. Oh,…
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Day 35 – Falmouth to Carne
Well it’s rude not to have a little lie in when you’re allowed to be where you are isn’t it? Plus there was literally no point in rushing this morning.…
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Day 36 – Carne to Black Head (nr. Coverack)
Tarrant was most unhappy about the slug to tent ratio this morning and to be honest the slime trails criss-crossing the tent even made me a bit uncomfortable. Had they…
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