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 in two? We only had 33 miles to go. Even us with our tendencies to plod and stop a lot to gawp at scenery like [...]

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 side effect. We get up early because we're not meant to be there and I'm terrified we'll get a bollocking off an angry local. I'd [...]

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 my sleeping bag. I slept so bloody well though, probably a bit too well, we slept through our alarm and I woke up with a [...]

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 start with the Beachy Head loop on account of it taking in the Seven Sisters which absolutely offer some of the best views in Sussex, [...]

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 plans to lounge on a beach somewhere beautiful and hot whilst being brought cocktails in favour of hiking the length of Great Britain. Yeah, because [...]

VGW Day 5: Westdene To Newhaven

The plan: Wake up early and pack up, make our way to the Cuckmere Meanders viewpoint where we'd have breakfast and watch the fiery skyball rise over arguably the best damn view in Sussex. The reality: Make it to the viewpoint, check the weather and comment, "Well it's meant to be raining right now," then [...]

VGW Day 4: Hawkhurst Common To Westdene

Fuck me, this tent stinks of socks and unwashed humans and its only day four. Nothing like sleeping in a confined space when you don't have access to a shower. We'll be evacuating villages during our big walk next year when we roll in stinking like we do. In fairness to my really quite expensive [...]

Ribble Way 5: Alston To Longton Marsh

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 [...]

Ribble Way 4: Clitheroe To Alston

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 [...]

Ribble Way 3: Halton West To Clitheroe

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 [...]