Wednesday 29th May 2019
I woke up early at my chosen campsite in Westmeston. In fact, I was probably awake before this… Following a peaceful night’s sleep, undisturbed by the neighbouring horse and, thankfully, no midnight dash to the toilet and its bucket!
This would be my final full day along the South Downs Way, leading to my final and fifth consecutive night of camping.
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Sunday 2nd December 2018
Our long-weekend away in wet and windy Devon was drawing to an end. My car was packed and ready for the inevitable drive home, while others might’ve been finishing up at the youth hostel, settling for a shorter walk or perhaps an early return journey to Bristol.
Only a few of us headed south once more and for the longest walk of the day, which began in the village of Chagford.
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Monday 2nd April 2018
As I look through the photos from this walk, I suddenly remember how dismal the majority of our Easter weekend was, this year. Untrue to form.
One day prior to this, I’d enjoyed a long-awaited return to Cranborne Chase for the day, where the weather had help up rather well, by comparison. This time, waterproofs were going to be essential.
Continue reading “Black Down on the Mendips – April 2018”
Sunday 23rd July 2017
Almost one year before this walk, I embarked (solo) on my first ever adventure in the Malvern Hills of Worcestershire. On that day of sixteen-miles, I conquered all of the peaks in the southern half of the hill range.
But it wasn’t until this walk (led by Jenny of Brunel 20s and 30s) that I would finally climb Worcestershire Beacon; the highest point along this ridge.
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Monday 29th May 2017
Our weekend away in Snowdonia was drawing to a close, along with the end of May Bank Holiday weekend. A small number of group members were determined to tackle the three-and-a-half hour drive home ASAP. My suggestion, was to divide the journey with a walk along the way.
So, we crossed the border and arrived at Church Stretton in Shropshire; ninety-minutes down and now only two-hours from home. But first, eight-miles of hiking!
Continue reading “The (Not So) Long Mynd”