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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
We'd decided to start our trip with the South Downs Way as it's our local trail and we've wanted to do the whole thing for ages. We also decided to start with the Beachy Head loop on account of it taking in the Seven Sisters which absolutely offer some of the best views in Sussex, [...]
On account of the fact the world went to shit and no one really knew if or when international travel will return to some manner of normal, we scrapped all plans to lounge on a beach somewhere beautiful and hot whilst being brought cocktails in favour of hiking the length of Great Britain. Yeah, because [...]
The plan: Wake up early and pack up, make our way to the Cuckmere Meanders viewpoint where we'd have breakfast and watch the fiery skyball rise over arguably the best damn view in Sussex. The reality: Make it to the viewpoint, check the weather and comment, "Well it's meant to be raining right now," then [...]
We woke up to a tiny bit of mist and of course the tent was drenched with condensation, the grass around us sodden with dew. We decided to pack up and move on for breakfast somewhere less soaked so I shovelled a cereal bar into my chops to stop myself from launching myself teeth first [...]
If wild camping is the art of going unnoticed then we utterly fucking failed at that last night. We'd crossed back over the brook to pitch up as there were more trees, but what we didn't notice was the low path on the other side. We didn't notice it because no-one used it, until two [...]
We'd started finding the route harder to navigate last night as we were trying to find a place to pitch up and I'd put it down to being so fucking tired that it felt like my brain had seeped out of my earhole and was pooling in a stodgy mass of useless somewhere back on [...]
So you know what yesterday's wind meant? No fucking midges! I mean, we weren't swarmed as we poked our heads out of the tent this morning but we were definitely forcibly relieved of a small amount of blood. Fortunately we were armed this time, after we ended up being a tasty snack for biting insects [...]
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