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VGW Day 5: Westdene To Newhaven

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 [...]

VGW Day 4: Hawkhurst Common To Westdene

Fuck me, this tent stinks of socks and unwashed humans and its only day four. Nothing like sleeping in a confined space when you don't have access to a shower. We'll be evacuating villages during our big walk next year when we roll in stinking like we do. In fairness to my really quite expensive [...]

VGW Day 3: Colemans Hatch To Hawkhurst Common

It was really warm last night, warmer than October has any right being. That sounds like I'm complaining, I'm not, but I'm starting to resent my gorgeous, snuggly down jacket that I thought I'd get a shit tonne of use out of this week. I deliberately bought the cosiest jacket I could find within my [...]

VGW Day 2: Limpsfield Chart To Colemans Hatch

We fell asleep to the sound of loads of owls last night, it was wonderful. At least I hope they were owls anyway. The alarm went off at 5.30am and it was still pitch black. I had it hanging from the ceiling of the tent, I obviously couldn't see it and spent a good few [...]

VGW Day 1: East Croydon To Limpsfield Chart

The Vanguard Way somewhat conveniently starts at East Croydon train station. We caught the 06:05 from Brighton, which meant we were up at some ungodly hour and even the seagulls eyed us suspiciously as we shuffled to the station and availed ourselves of hot caffeine beverages from the terminally perky chap at the kiosk slap [...]

Trigpointing And Tor Bagging

Day 1 I fucking love Dartmoor, but my basic motor functions? They're not so keen. We generally try to be on the road by 4am rather than doing battle with the previous evening's traffic, but have you ever tried cramming a bacon butty into an unwilling stomach which doesn't understand why it's required to function [...]

Ribble Way 5: Alston To Longton Marsh

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 [...]

Ribble Way 4: Clitheroe To Alston

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 [...]

Ribble Way 3: Halton West To Clitheroe

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 [...]

Ribble Way 2: Horton In Ribblesdale To Halton West

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 [...]