Ohh how it rained. Everything was soaked. Luckily I had learned on the Appalachian Trail that you need to keep your key items dry at all costs, so I had a change of clothes and my quilt tucked deeply in a dry sack inside my pack. By the time I traipsed through the boggy path …
I carried on walking the train tracks and left Dawlish behind me. Beyond the whimsical, pretty views I had from my train journeys of the past, was a warren of caravan parks and hard tarmac that bruised my feet before I got the the crossing point of the River Exe – Starcross. It wasn’t the …
It’d been a long road. 630 miles long, give or take, but I knew that the end was within reach. I was creeping higher up the Southern Coast and zeroing in on Poole Harbour – my final destination. That morning I was also creeping up the side of Golden Cap too, though at times it …
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Did I tell you about the time that I lived in a Youth Hostel in London for three nights a week for over half a year? For work? No!? Sounds crazy, I know. Especially as it was for a pretty professional job, but I didn’t want to commit to regular accommodation in the Capital because …
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Hiking solo on the trail is common, but some people, especially women, can feel anxious about some of the situations they may face. Here’re my hot tips and thoughts on safety, having just finished the AT SOBO; my first ever thru hike.
We emerge from NYC’s underground tunnels and link-fenced lots to the beautiful Hudson River, which rubs shoulders with the train tracks all the way from NY to Albany. The Hudson is an expanse of silvery-green calmness; huge for a river, or at least compared to any I’ve ever seen. The slick wide ribbon is peppered …
