It’s a cold, grey winter’s day, as I cross the Loughor Bridge, into Carmarthenshire. The welcome sign displays in Welsh before English, a reversal in order on crossing the county boundary, due to the much higher use of the Welsh […]

I’m not sure what to expect today, so I’m packed at 5:30, and back on yesterday’s trail, skirting the lower slopes of Rhossili Down. The light from my head torch reflects the green eyes of sheep, dotted on the hillside.

There are two things I really want to do on my visit to the Gower Peninsula. The first is to walk out to the end of Worms Head. The name is derived from the Old English word wyrm (‘sea serpent’).

It’s a bracing pre-dawn walk along the promenade from Swansea to Mumbles Pier, but I’m snug in four layers, with the bobbing headlights of keen joggers for company. The Gower Coast Path starts from Mumbles, and runs for 39 miles,

The frost on the boardwalk makes me slip and slide, so I step into the dunes. It’s a glorious morning. The frozen grass crunches underfoot and my white breath plumes ahead of me. The gothic Sker House dominates the bleak

Armed with my new winter sleeping bag, effective down to -17C, this week’s plan is to sleep under a roof in Porthcawl and Swansea, and then camp for two nights on the Gower Peninsula, the first area in the UK

This is my last day of coastal walking before the new year. The path from the motel winds through the dark woods of Porthkerry Country Park. It’s so still. I pass a light from a small cottage tucked away in

It’s a cloudy morning, but I enjoy the predawn walk through Cardiff, exploring the the waterways and wharfs. The waterfront is deserted, so I wander at my leisure, before an early morning coffee and croissant. I resist the mince pies,

The footpath back to the Severn Estuary leads me into a farmyard with a locked gate. Rechecking the map, I consider climbing over the gate, when the farmer appears and politely suggests taking the “easier” lane route. It’s too early