Packing up my campsite that morning whilst waiting for my sister to arrive, I considered all the places I’d stayed so far on the South West Coast Path. This one was the most expensive one yet! I reflected on the difference between the places I had stayed; from empty farmer’s fields (with permission!), friend’s gardens …
I woke up with wet feet and a damp quilt. Argh how annoying! I had been using my very tiny one-person tent in recent days, and although much lighter than my other one, it was so skimped on fabric that any touching of the sides of the coffin-shaped interior with my feet meant….damp. This was …
After weeks of solid hiking it was bliss to be able to take two and a half days off at home in Falmouth. I drank a cider or two, had lovely meals cooked for me and hot baths run. My achy bones had time to rest on a mattress and I was able to make …
I was so excited to hike into Polperro. What I hadn’t realised however, was the Herculean leg-burning effort it would entail to get there! I figured I was a pretty hardy hiker by this point, but the incessant ups and downs of this stretch of coastline were making mincemeat of me. No sooner had I …
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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“I’ve been walking these paths since I was born, what could possibly go wrong?” Cue me careening across a windy muddy clifftop towards the edge. I should have known better in stormy February, but having completed the 2,200 mile Appalachian Trail in the US over the last 6 months I figured that a 630 mile hike of …
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