Falmouth is the start of my first four day hike, as I need to reach the next train station at Penzance. There is a line of well travelled camper vans parked along the seafront. One is bulging with so many […]

A breakfast energy bar is a sad substitute for a bacon roll, but it is too early for any cafes to be open. It is a squally morning. I put my waterproof on, and the rain stops. I take it

It’s 2 am. There are voices and laughter in the dark. I freeze. Someone unzips the tent. “What are you doing!” I wake, and it takes a few seconds to realise that the zip is firmly closed. My subconscious is

After a week of hiking with the family in the Lake District, mountains are replaced by beaches, as I pass Carlyon Bay, teeming with sun-seekers. It is not far to charming Charlestown harbour, one of many Poldark filming locations. I

I wake early again, despite the comfortable campsite. I am showered, packed, and off before anyone else stirs. It is a beautiful morning and a rare chance to explore the empty lanes through Polperro. It is another blistering hot day

I wake just before 5 am, expecting to be surrounded by sheep, but the mist hides them. It’s damp, and the tent is heavy with early morning dew. I have a sleeping companion — a tick crawls on the floor.

The mid-morning ferry carries me across the River Tamar and I step off into Cornwall. The path immediately winds through the attractive grounds of Mount Edgcumbe House. It’s a scorching morning, so I cool down with a pint of Dartmoor