Day 86 – Buttington to Selattyn

I'm not going to lie, we skipped 6¼ miles of the Offa's Dyke Path today and I regret nothing. I'd read in a Facebook group that this section was full of feisty bullocks head butting and trying to mount each other. Even people who weren't usually bothered by the bovine threat were avoiding that section [...]

Day 85 – Brompton Crossroads to Buttington

Just a nice, short day today. An uneventful jaunt across a lot of farmland with pretty hills in the background. It was largely flat for the first part too, aside from one surprise hill which annihilated my poor, abused calf muscles which still hadn't forgiven me for yesterday, then a couple of big inclines at [...]

Day 84 – Knighton to Brompton Crossroads

We knew today was generally accepted to be most difficult section of the Offa's Dyke Path and we thought we were ready for it. Dear reader, we were not. It did not fuck about, the minute we left our campsite we were faced with the first utterly brutal ascent of the day. Oh my poor [...]

Day 83 – Kington to Knighton

As soon as we left Kington we were waking up a right bastard of a relentless hill. You know those ones that aren't too steep but they just don't give up? Yeah. That. The eyehole fodder was very much worth the slog though and was, as always, the perfect excuse to stop and turn around [...]

Day 82 – Hay-On-Wye to Kington

Oh dear gosh, today was difficult. I didn't feel too bad at first but you know how sometimes a hangover creeps slowly in like little tendrils of doom across your brain? Pretty much that. There weren't many hills and they weren't particularly brutal but the ones we did encounter nearly bloody killed me. I swear [...]

Day 81 – Rest Day, Hay-on-Wye

I dozed off and on this morning waiting for a break in the rain so I could make a break for the toilets but I swear, every time I thought it had stopped and sat up it resumed pattering down onto the tent. It's quite nice though, lying in the tent as gentle rain cascades [...]

Day 80 – Pandy to Hay-On-Wye

We'd asked Mary if we could have breakfast at 7.30am and she delivered. We walked downstairs and she was in the process of drowning various parts of a dead pig in oil for us. My arteries hardened just watching it. She made me a tea and made Tarrant make her own coffee because she "hates [...]

Day 79 – Monmouth to Pandy

Last night as we sat in the restaurant shovelling a particularly good biriyani into our chops we decided that we'd preempt our desire for a room tomorrow night and called a place in Pandy that kept cropping up in our searches called the Lancaster Arms. Turned out she couldn't have us on account of the [...]

Day 78 – Chepstow to Monmouth

On account of the fact it seems we're fair weather campers these days, we ended up walking a few miles further than we intended today. We were only about a mile and three quarters from the Offa's Dyke trail marker so off we fucked as the sky threatened to release a thousand furies. Sure enough [...]

Day 77 – Cribbs Causeway to Chepstow

Right then! Onwards to Wales! We very reluctantly tore ourselves away from the wonderful Mollie's Motel this morning and veered towards McDonald's for breakfast. Don't look at me like that, I absolutely and unashamedly fucking love a Macca's brekky. I don't even need to be hungover. No one does hashbrowns like these guys and the [...]