That fiddly little bit between the end of the Offa’s Dyke Path and the start of the Pennine Way and I swear to all that is holy that it was fucking cursed. We had to abandon it back in 2022 during our big hike due to injury and mental health, so we thought fuck it, we’ll do it in day hikes and head back home every night because we live in the north now. No fucking clue why we thought that would be any less stressful. Had to fuck it off again in Knutsford because Tarrant got shin splints, then the last two days were marred by pretty much everything in the British countryside that is capable of removing blood and/or flesh, from horseflies to every spiky plant known to man, clearly thrown in our path by the Devil himself. Fuck this section, quite frankly. Fuck it with brambles.
BUDGET
I’m not bothering with a budget for this one as it was just a series of day hikes and most the costs would be unique to us such as train fares, parking and petrol. We ate breakfast and dinner at home, the only accommodation we paid for was a night at a Travelodge, and all of our snacks and groceries were included in our weekly Aldi shop.
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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…
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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…
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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…
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Day 94a – Plumley to Knutsford
We were meant to walk from Plumley to Adlington today but it was always touch and go as to whether Tarrant was going to be able to do it, but she’s a brave little soldier and decided to give it a go. What’s the worst that could happen? Aside from, y’know, permanent maiming. She was…
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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…
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Day 95 – Adlington to Edale
That £77.99 we spent to stay in the Travelodge was probably the best £77.99 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…
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