South West Coast Path 2022

The South West Coast Path is the longest national trail in the United Kingdom at 630 miles / 1014 kilometres. Or at least it will be until they complete the much anticipated England Coast Path. I very much looked forward to this trail. Over 600 miles of gawping at the sea? Yes please! This trail also took us through Land’s End and the utter fucking eyesore someone saw fit to build there, where we officially began the main event after the 500+ mile warm up; Land’s End to John O Groats.

It’s meant to start from day 11, the first 10 days weren’t on the SWCP. If you want to check them out feel free to have a look at the main LEJOG+ page.




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…

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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 YOU INSANE?! That’s it. Sit down. You’re not going anywhere.”…

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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 I was using my poles to drag my unwilling carcass…

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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 commit us to going through the town then all the…

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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 motorway. Thanks, brain. Last night brain figured out we were…

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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 without having to do so whilst clenching, and I didn’t…

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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 couldn’t be arsed. It’s not my fault the weather gods…

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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. I didn’t sleep too well last night, neither of us…

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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 set an alarm on account of the fact you’re not…

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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 us. It was gone 8am when we finally shuffled out…

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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 legs are about to drop off only three hours into…

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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 condensation inside the tent, it was soaking. Maybe I’ve just…

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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 and getting there when we get there we had to…

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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 forecast as we move closer to Cornish territory, though obviously…

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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 check out until 11am. We treated ourself to a lie…

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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. The slope we were on meant I didn’t even have…

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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 trick. I’m usually straight up and having to periodically nudge…

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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 really quite upsetting but they’re not actually relentless (I’m looking…

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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 very clear that my age doesn’t begin with a two…

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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, and the sound of rain belting down on the tent.…

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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. We were about ten miles from the Helford Ferry which…

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