Cheating

The previous post ended at Sennen Cove, a beautiful surf beach on the far southwest of the UK. This is where I cheated. The surf was meant to be small, so that day I hadn't carried my board. Arriving at Sennen though, there was a wave. Sure it was small, but it was just surfable …

Lands End

The days based at Praa Sands were relaxed and relatively stress free. I was staying with Katie and David, a couple listing their beautiful greenside bungalow on AirBnb. Situated next to the golf course at the top of the hill above Praa Sands Beach, it provided a perfect base to recover and hike the miles …

Turning a Corner

I was hoping to fully rest at the hostel that night at the Lizard, allowing my shoulders to recover and my attitude likewise. It wasn’t as easy as that though. As my Austrian friend sprightly packed his bag and bid farewell despite his agonising blisters, I was still yet to move from lying flat on …

Heading West

Waking early in time for breakfast, I packed up and set my sights on Lizard Point. A good 11 miles from my current hostel the YHA at the Lizard would signify a huge milestone in my journey. I’d tick over the 100-mile mark if I made it, and being the most southerly point in mainland …

Down Days

Leaving Falmouth to set off on my next leg of the adventure was an interesting proposition. For two days now the weather had stubbornly persisted to dampen both spirits and everything outside in Cornwall. The Tuesday was no different, but with time ticking on and itchy feet leaving me restless I felt like it was …

Looking Further

With under two weeks to go, a promising (if cold) forecast, and a couple of bank holidays it seemed fitting to get up into the hills reacquaint myself with some old friends. Dusting off the hiking boots, airing out the sleeping bag and packing a bunch of extra layers for the chilly evening ahead I …

What a Weekend!

As I banked around the tightening right hand bend on to the A30, my eyes flicked to the time displayed in ambient orange, barely visible in the afternoon spring sun currently burning through the screen of my car. 4.35pm. It would be close. At approximately two hours to go to my desired beach, yet again …

The Aurora Borealis

It was our last night in camp (excuse the cliché, it actually was), and as the sun set over the distant tundra the colours reflected off the helicopter window in a dizzy hue of orange and red. It had been nearly three months in the Canadian bush; working in a camp only accessible by a …

Get Lost.

A good friend recently challenged me to get lost. I know, I took it that way too at first. Turns out she was trying to help me out. The challenge posed was once a month to get myself lost, alone, and to document what I find. The reasoning is simple. It is to discover new experiences, […]