I thought I slept last night but judging how utterly shattered I was all day it's more likely that I woke up more times than I thought I did worrying that the wind would sweep us away to a magical land. I don't think our tent would kill the wicked witch either. She'd probably feed [...]
What is it about Land's End that makes it such a thing? It's not halfway through the South West Coast Path. It's gorgeous but not any more gorgeous than any other given stretch of coastline around here. Yeah okay, so it's the most south-westerly point of mainland Britain but you wouldn't know that if someone [...]
You know those days that are so fucking long that when you cast your dazed and weary mind back to the morning it might as well have been last fucking week? That essentially sums up today so settle in for a long one. Or don't. I'm posting on the Interwebs regardless. It didn't help that [...]
God it was hard fucking work dragging ourselves out of bed at 5am after two days off but we wanted to smash some miles out today. It didn't help that our pitch was separated from the communal fire pit by a wall and a group decided they wanted a drunken fire at 9pm, just when [...]
We woke up to rain pattering down onto the tent on Friday morning and it's almost pleasant, lying under canvas (or sil-nylon, but that doesn't sound as romantic) listening to the rain when you don't have to pack up in it then proceed to walk for several miles wrapped in a crisp packet. It even [...]
Woke up dry and warm. No woodlouse took up residence in my objects. I'm calling the lookout a win. We had a look around the headland a little bit, said our goodbyes to Daniel, and off we fucked. The trail started off innocuous enough but it didn't take it long to deteriorate into swamps and [...]
Tarrant was most unhappy about the slug to tent ratio this morning and to be honest the slime trails criss-crossing the tent even made me a bit uncomfortable. Had they all had some manner of slug orgy on our roof as we slept below? Had we inadvertently pitched on a slug highway? Was it Slug [...]
Well it's rude not to have a little lie in when you're allowed to be where you are isn't it? Plus there was literally no point in rushing this morning. We were about ten miles from the Helford Ferry which can't run at low tide so there'd be no way across between 12pm and 2.30pm. [...]
We fell asleep to the sound of the waves crashing onto the rocks far below us and woke up to birds chirping in the hedgerow we'd pitched next to. Oh, and the sound of rain belting down on the tent. Considering we were on a slope I'd slept quite well, only waking up a few [...]
Another absolute stunner of a night's sleep but yeah nah, didn't need any of that beer yesterday. It's not like we drank a lot but my entire being made it very clear that my age doesn't begin with a two anymore. Or a three for that matter. Fortunately today didn't need to be a rush. [...]
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