Devon

The bus drops me off in Hartland village, along with two other hikers, Mark and Adam. We are heading in opposite directions along the coast, but walk the few miles to Hartland Quay together. More tales of wet weather hiking […]

An inquisitive cat peers into the tent, too timid to come any closer. A bowl of freezing water to wake me up and I’m on my way. My back is stiff after two nights of camping, but the path is

The alarm goes off at 4 am — not that I needed it. I woke up every couple of hours to find myself squished at the bottom of the slope. Thankfully, it’s a relatively short day, as my back is

After last week’s successful camping test, I’ve stepped up to a three-day hike. It is a logistical challenge with three rivers to cross. Two have tiny ferries, operating limited hours, and the third can only be crossed on foot at

My first wild camp. I slept surprisingly well despite a nightmare that someone stole my tent in the dark and I woke up in only my sleeping bag. Not sure how that’s possible with a sewn-in groundsheet, but there’s no

The Viano failed its MOT and is moping in the garage, so my plans to try camping are accelerated. This means a long train journey down to Totnes and it’s not until 1 pm that I pick up the trail