A glorious morning for breakfast coffee on the deserted beach below the campsite. After yesterday’s shoreline walk, it’s time to mix it up a little, combining the beach with the Suffolk Coast Path and the Sandlings Walk, both of which […]
Day 134: Dunwich to Butley Read More »
I’m back on the East Coast for a short trip, before two family holidays in August. The plan is to spend four days walking across Suffolk from Lowestoft to Felixstowe, including a day exploring the mysterious Orford Ness. I’m walking
Day 133: Lowestoft to Dunwich Read More »
Previous day Another grim day, so the mountain hike can wait until tomorrow. I spend a leisurely day exploring Brodick Castle, Garden and Country Park. The squirrel hide is a must and does not disappoint. The gardens are beautiful, framing
Day 132: Three Beinns Horseshoe Read More »
A change of plans. I intended to use the Glen Rosa campsite in Brodick as a base for the last few days, but the campsite is very basic and has a few bad reviews about rowdy campers, being unsupervised and
Day 131: Lochranza to Brodick Read More »
A strong wind shakes the tent as I wake to mist and rain. Time for hot oats and to hunker down until the rain eases. Packing quickly and heading downhill, I’m buffeted by the wind sweeping round the heathered slopes,
Day 130: Coire Fhionn Lochan to Lochranza Read More »
A short section today, so a leisurely morning waiting for the Visitor Centre cafe to open. They don’t serve cooked food until noon, but I met the chef last night, picking herbs from the garden, and he kindly rustles me
Day 129: Auchencar to Coire Fhionn Lochan Read More »
A fitful night’s sleep because of the noise from the strong wind, evidenced by a nearby tent reduced to a mangled heap of poles. My ribs are a little sore due to taking the weight of my pack round my
Day 128: Kildonan to Auchencar Read More »
Previous day Most of the day will be spent travelling by train and ferry. As I prepare to leave the house, I clumsily step on my backpack hip belt buckle and snap a piece off, so now it can’t be
Day 127: Ardrossan to Kildonan Read More »
Apparently it’s hotter than the Sahara Desert down south. I don’t think Ayrshire got the message. Prestwick is cold, grey, wet, and windy, with the beach offering no shelter. A slight detour through Royal Troon golf course offers a little
Day 126: Ayr to Ardrossan Read More »
Maisie appears to tell me it’s time to get up. A woodland track should take me back to the sea, but the path becomes progressively more overgrown until I’m wading through chest high ferns, finding myself at the edge of
Day 125: Culzean Castle to Ayr Read More »