The Cambrian Way

‘If you make it to Conwy,’ promised a kindly publican with a tattoo of an Uzi submachine gun on her upper arm, ‘come back here and there’ll be a pint…

The Pennine Way

The reason we had trouble finding the entrance to our campsite was because you had to go through a working scrapyard. As you emerged from the piles of crumpled Mondeos…

Treriksröset

So here I am. The border cairn at Treriksröset, my finish line at the Finnish line. Fifty-six days and 1391km on the trail, and my Green Ribbon is over. It’s…

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