This last time year I was eying up the hike from Land End to John O’Groats. I left it too late to make use of the summer and various other reasons so my attention turned to other options abroad, where the elements would be kinder.
The houses in the Basque region of France and Spain are painted in a claret red and white, including those of St Jean Pied de Port. This unassuming little town lies in the creases and folds of the foothills of the Pyrenees and is the start point for the Camino Francais, a 500 mile hiking […]
There is an abundance of places to stay along the way. Private albergues, or hostels, have sprung up over the last 10 years but my favourites are the gems run by various religious groups.
A tiny dust tornado comes whirling towards me at an alarming velocity, sometimes they just pass over the trail ahead but some make a beeline directly for me. I move to one side but it changes direction, I swerve to the other and it alters direction again. In the end I just bow my head, […]
I’m Glad to be out of Burgos, I don’t do cities very well. Back to the countryside and I’m reminded that it’s often the little aspects on a hike that make me smile.