The first part of today was fucking lovely albeit a little cow infested. There was plenty of flat that you could get a pace up on insomuch as various injuries would permit, and the hills were the perfect level of hilly. Not too steep, steps designed for actual humans rather than beings consisting entirely of [...]
Tag: Long Distance Hiking
Day 61 – Braunton to Bull Point
It's sort of the law to have a lazy morning when you wake up at a campsite or a B&B or basically anywhere that you slept legally. We enjoyed unfettered access to our respective caffeine sources, charged our shit up, utilised the facilities with gusto then eventually we tore ourselves away and hobbled the 1.5 [...]
Day 60 – Rest Day, Braunton
We fully intended to bag a trig about a mile and a half up a fuck off big hill today but my poor feet were still battered. They were all puffy and sore, no way was I moving off this sofa until I absolutely had to on account of imminent starvation, or because I was [...]
Day 59 – Appledore to Braunton
Me: "Well that hill can fuck right off! Far too big and steep and and andโฆ hilly!"Also me: "Ugh, fuck my life this is so flat and tedious. God I'm so bored. I wish there was a fucking hill or something." Boat graveyard near Appledore. I have so many questions. We relished having access to [...]
Day 58 – Peppercombe to Appledore
We woke up in our nice, dry bothy and packed away as the rain pattered down. I was quietly smug that we'd stayed here last night and now didn't have to pack the tent down in the rain. I was less smug about the fact that we now had to go out in the rain [...]
Day 57 – Titchberry to Peppercombe
It was off and on pissing rain all night last night, the kind that wakes you up because it blasts down suddenly like someone had taken a power hose to your tent, so neither of us slept really well. The morning was unpredictable too; one side of the sky was that lovely, fluffy broken cloud, [...]
Day 56 – Higher Sharpnose Point to Titchberry
It was overcast and muggy as fuck today. We packed up and reluctantly tore ourselves away from our lovely camp spot and made our way down the hill. I'll take the muggy over the searing sunshine of yesterday though, this was much better weather for walking up ridiculous fucking hills. We filled up our bottles [...]
Day 55 – Bude to Higher Sharpnose Point
We fully intended for today to be a short day on account of the fact we fully intended to leach the electricity in Costa Coffee until our powerbanks were fully charged. They're pretty badass, they go from dead to full in 3.5 hours, but that's a lot of caffeine and I feel like my kidneys [...]
Day 54 – Rusey Cliffs to Bude
So High Cliff wasn't as hideous as we thought it'd be on account of the fact they've seen fit to carve a lovely zig-zag path up it which obviously makes it longer but less steep. There's still the straight up path if you prefer it, you fucking sociopath, but I'll take the zig-zag all day [...]
Day 53 – Tintagel to Rusey Cliffs
We lay in our tent this morning listening to the rain belt down onto the sil-nylon. I'd been dying for a piss for hours but I really, really didn't want to go out in it. I know it's never as bad as it sounds when you're in the tent, it always sounds like the fucking [...]