A cheeky little five day jaunt from Ribblehead to Preston, sorta kinda along the River Ribble, more or less. Most folks seem to do it from the mouth to the source but we’re renegades and decided to go from bum-fuck nowhere, North Yorkshire to Preston, Lancashire, not least because that way we got to finish at a pub. Very important to keep one’s fluids up after a multi-day hike.
The Ribble Way more or less follows the River Ribble from the mouth in Preston, Lancashire all the way up to the source in Ribblehead, North Yorkshire along 72 miles of trail. We were originally going to start in Preston like everyone else does and walk to the arse end of nowhere, but do you […]
So you know what yesterday’s wind meant? No fucking midges! I mean, we weren’t swarmed as we poked our heads out of the tent this morning but we were definitely forcibly relieved of a small amount of blood. Fortunately we were armed this time, after we ended up being a tasty snack for biting insects […]
We’d started finding the route harder to navigate last night as we were trying to find a place to pitch up and I’d put it down to being so fucking tired that it felt like my brain had seeped out of my earhole and was pooling in a stodgy mass of useless somewhere back on […]
If wild camping is the art of going unnoticed then we utterly fucking failed at that last night. We’d crossed back over the brook to pitch up as there were more trees, but what we didn’t notice was the low path on the other side. We didn’t notice it because no-one used it, until two […]
We woke up to a tiny bit of mist and of course the tent was drenched with condensation, the grass around us sodden with dew. We decided to pack up and move on for breakfast somewhere less soaked so I shovelled a cereal bar into my chops to stop myself from launching myself teeth first […]