tony.urwin

A restless night as the hut mattresses were shot, offering no more support than sleeping directly on the wooden bunks. We should have used our inflatable sleeping pads. Carlos heads down the trail early while I ease slowly into another […]

What a glorious morning. I stroll up the small hill behind the hut, with a hot drink, to watch the sun’s rays paint the hills. My last three days on the trail are relatively short, so I linger over breakfast,

Sitting in my sleeping bag, gazing across the rocky landscape shrouded in heavy cloud, I’m enjoying a hot breakfast. The more you eat the lighter your pack gets, and almost half my food supplies have gone. The view across the

I’m already half-awake as Alice drags her sleeping bag into the dorm, having switched rooms in the night due to Michael’s snoring. I sleep through anything. She beckons me to the window to watch a reindeer circling the hut in

5am and stretching my legs down by the lake. It’s chilly but dry. Everyone else is asleep, so time for a quick wash in the freezing water before enjoying the warmth of a coffee and the changing colours of distant