Day 5 : Walwick to Heddon on the Wall : 18.7 miles We woke up to another beautiful morning albeit a cold one. It certainly makes your nipples sit up and take notice when you're trying to function outdoors at this time of year. We shovelled a Summit to Eat into our chops, had a [...]
Day 4 : Sheild on the Wall to just before Walwick : 14.9 miles including a stroll around a fort. One of the fun things about sleeping in a tent is that you never really know what the outside is doing because everything sounds like the apocalypse when you're under canvas. I woke up predictably [...]
Day 3 : Walton to Shield on the Wall : 17.4 miles, including walking around a fort, going the wrong bloody way, and the ¾ of a mile from the trail to the campsite. Well they do say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day (actually I think it's just cereal companies [...]
I have no idea what satanic hell-beast possessed us to make us think that hiking 84 miles from Bowness-on-Solway to Newcastle-upon-Tyne across the narrowest part of England would be any manner of relaxing, but that's how we chose to spend a week of annual leave in September as colleagues raised an eyebrow and suggested that [...]
Well Dartmoor started off well enough with lovely, defined trails and well placed stiles that were taller than we are. For all intents and purposes, Dartmoor was a fucking doddle, despite the clouds looming closer, the kind of clouds you don't really want to see when you're just embarking on a three day hike with [...]
It actually doesn't take a shit tonne of time to get to Cheddar from Cornwall even when your sat nav is trying to kill you because you forgot to turn off the "no motorways" option. Oops. But a spot of tinkering and a minor nervous breakdown later and she was taking us on to all [...]
Ah, the Eden Project. Arguably the shiny, dome shaped, ethylene tetrafluoroethylene jewel in Cornwall's big, grassy crown. Yeah nah, that analogy made more sense in my head. But anyway, it's one of those must-visit things and one of the reasons we'd chosen Acorn Camping to stay at (aside from the fire pit, the price and [...]
Ok, so when we'd first put today's plans into Google Maps it told us that the drive time alone would be six hours. That's a fuck tonne of driving and that's not even taking into account stopping and looking at shit. There was only one thing for it; Get up at 4am and get on [...]
So today we would be navigating Bodmin Moor. Well, Tarrant would be navigating. I would mostly be eating cookies and Instagraming because if navigation was left to me we'd end up in the middle of nowhere huddled round a fire, fending off badgers with a fucking stick. We wanted to check out the highest point [...]
Most people know about Boscastle on account of that time it flooded and I don't mean the locals got their toes a bit wet whilst watching Corrie and eating their fish and chips one night. It fucking flooded. We're talking homes and businesses destroyed, cars washed out to sea as torrents of sewage infested water [...]
