Day 76 – Clevedon to Cribbs Causeway

I genuinely have no idea how I'm going to squeeze a blog post out of today, it was just a 14.9 mile plod. It was more of a chore than anything, a way to get from A to B. We'd planned to jump back on the coast path to Portishead, the in-process England Coast Path [...]

Day 75 – Washbrook to Clevedon

We woke up having not been trampled by cows which is always a nice thing to wake up to, and when we crossed into the next field we were treated to actual eyehole fodder which I don't believe had been a thing since we got back on the trail. Or maybe it had been but [...]

Day 74 – Bridgwater to Washbrook

We finally got our shit together this morning, bussed from our hotel back into Bridgwater and restarted the trail where we left off at the train station. Right then. Four more days and we should be starting the Offa's Dyke Path all being well. Assuming we can actually get through the footpaths and they're not [...]

Days 69 to 73 – Rest Days, Mostly Weston-super-Mare

We were only meant to stay in Weston-super-Mare for a couple of nights but the constant accommodation hopping had wiped me out and the one, single, actual day of rest we got wasn't going to cut it. We arrived on Monday, checked in at 2pm and I just slept. Tuesday, my phone decided to fuck [...]

Day 68 – Rest Day, Cheddar

Sleep was on and off last night on account of not being able to breathe through my nose and continously waking up in a pool of my own drool. God, Tarrant is a lucky woman. The YHA had agreed to take our bags for us if we got there between 8am and 10am so we [...]

Day 67 – Merridge to Bridgwater

Every time I lay down last night enough snot to flood Wales seeped out of my left nostril so I resorted to plugging it up with tissue. That helped and I slept the sleep of the dead. We'd pitched very close to the farm so we knew we'd have to get going but oh my [...]

Day 66 – Nettlecombe to Merridge

Neither of us slept well on our slopey woodland pitch last night. I kept sliding down my slippy mat in my slippy sleeping bag and what the fuck is it with technical sleeping gear that it always has to be so bloody slippy? Here’s a group of people that’ll throw a tent or tarp up [...]

Day 65 – Minehead to Nettlecombe

Obviously we didn't leave Minehead until gone 11am, if you give us a check out time then damn right we'll cling onto that room as long as we can. Plus everything we were meant to do yesterday got replaced with having a very cold, very tasty pint of much needed beer because that's what happens [...]

Day 64 – Culbone to Minehead

Today's the day! We're going to smash out the last twelve miles of the South West Coast Path! Straight there, no faffing! We packed the tent down whilst trying to swallow as few tiny flies as possible and made our way through the woods to St Beuno's Church which was going to be our last [...]

Day 63 – Trentishoe to Culbone

Last night's pitch was actually okay despite reservations we'd end up crumpled at the bottom of the tent, or our pegs would trip someone up. No-one actually walked by and it turned out to be perfectly acceptably slopey. We were woken up at about 4.30am though by an angry deer barking at us. I guess [...]