writing and hiking in the sun
The homeward leg. Chepstow is just seventeen miles down river. By early evening, we’ll have finally reached ‘Fynwy’ and the end of our adventure. Over breakfast, Harri asked if walking through Wales had made our country seem bigger or smaller … Continued
It’s no good, no matter how exhausted I am when I crawl into my sleeping bag, I just can’t get a good night’s sleep in our tiny little tent. The combination of hard ground, cold feet and cramped legs had … Continued
I wish I could say we awoke refreshed and raring to go but it wouldn’t be true; the combination of humidity, endlessly itching midge bites and passing traffic did not result in the most restful of nights. We breakfasted early, … Continued
After a good night’s sleep, the world always feels like a better place. When we left the Crystal Palace just after 10am, it felt like we were stepping out on a different planet. Overnight it seemed Barmouth had transformed itself into … Continued
