May was a very short month, wasn’t it?
At this time in 2016, I’d walked 83.5 miles in May and was looking at a tally of 346.75 miles for the year so far…
I arrived home at about 20.10 last night, having spent the previous three evenings sleeping in a tent to the south of Snowdonia in mid Wales.
My first trip away with and experience of camping with a walking group. Previously, I’d only been camping with one friend at a time. It’s passed by very quickly and there are many things I could reflect on.
It’s been almost a month since I wrote a post on my current situation with the walking boots and insoles I own.
I had intended to follow it up with another article on the potential replacements for my old ones. In all honesty, I knew all along what I was going to go for.
This walk began in Priddy; an area I know quite well and love to explore, for the fact it’s typically one of the lesser-populated sections of the Mendip Hills on a typical sunny Saturday.
In the company of a friend, we were following a route from the first Walk West eBook. I’ve walked similar routes a number of times but I also wanted to tick this one off and share the experience.
This was the second walk in what will become a series of seven, enabling the completion of Wiltshire’s White Horse Trail.
I wasn’t able to attend this as an organised group event, due to a clash with Mother’s Day. A couple of weeks later, I set off for Wiltshire on my own, during the Easter Bank Holiday Monday.
It was in May last year that I discovered a pristine path of bluebells only a thirty-minute walk (uphill) from my front door.
Shared with the opinion of a friend, I’m convinced that bluebells have arrived early this year. More concerningly, they’ve already ‘peaked’ (at least, in my opinion).
I took the opportunity to spend some time there in an evening last week. There’s even a video I produced for YouTube and I’ll include a link to that at the bottom of this post.
As far as I’m aware, Cadbury Hill near Yatton is the one former hillfort site that’s closest to my home in Wrington.
For a number of reasons, I’d not been there since February 2013. On this walk, I’d set off from my doorstep, leaving the car alone to head for its summit.