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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

Seat Of The Gods

Climb up the highest mountain in Greece, they said. It'll be fun, they said. By "they" I mean me, obviously, and now we're both walking like we've shat ourselves. We didn't go to the highest of the 52 peaks either on account of not having a death wish. Mytikas is 2917 m.a.s.l. and is quite [...]

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 2 – Firle(ish) to Pyecombe

I didn't sleep well at all last night. We were pitched on a slight slope and my mat is slightly slippy and my sleeping bag is slightly slippy which meant I frequently woke up crumpled at the bottom of the tent. Also I never sleep well on the first night of wild camping. Every single [...]