From the great man himself
This month’s cookstrip for the Get Active supplement of Scouting magazine is a little unusual. Partly because the editors gave me a full page for a change, and partly because…
Some proper photos of St Olav’s Way
I mentioned that my old mate Dave Tett was walking part of the trail with me, but for those who don’t know him, I forgot to mention that Dave is…
Boots unlaced
It was around lunchtime on a hot, bright Saturday when we crossed the churchyard at Nidaros cathedral in Trondheim, threaded our way with difficulty through the crowds gathered under the…
The waffles that weren’t on the map
The unexpected is a constant on a jaunt like this, but rarely have we had such a welcome surprise as the one that turned up this afternoon. It’s fair to…
A friend in a storm
Every seasoned hiker knows that when the weather really starts coming on hard, you just have to pull your hood low over your eyes, get your head down and get…
Red sky at night
Tonight we’re enjoying a rare bit of shelter in a little hut at a campsite a few kilometres short of Oppdal. We’ve found some wonderful wild spots to pitch our…
Upwards
Farmland and forests and fjords are all very beautiful in their different ways, but today we finally climbed above the treeline and onto the mountain plateau of Dovrefjell. At which…
The abandoned holiday park
The man at reception was cheerful if a little hesitant, followed everywhere by three wide-eyed, silent little blonde girls who kept getting under his feet like over-faithful spaniels. Truth be…
Lookout shack paradiso
After a rest day and some extortionate beer in Lillehammer, the two Daves and I have been continuing to trudge north towards Trondheim. Along the way, among other things, we’ve…
On the eve of another year
Tomorrow I will be 31 years old. And not a bad way to spend it, all things considered. After ten days on the trail and roughly a third of the…
