Category: Travellers Tales
Last night I was just too bushed to string a sentence together, such was the exhaustion we both felt at the end of the thirty kilometres we had climbed, scrambled, slipped, plodded and crawled...
We had a wonderful night’s sleep after one of the best meals we have ever eaten: Stonethwaite is a tiny hamlet, but its one pub put on a friendly welcome and food that a...
This will not be an entry which is suitable for children, not withstanding the amazing meal we have had at the pub in a hamlet of ten houses. God bless Stonethwaite, a jewel in...
As I tap this out in my long-suffering iPad, England is rushing past the train window, courtesy of Virgin Trains. I can’t help thinking that “Virgin” must be the worst name ever to describe...
The reflection I did for the staff briefing at Chevalier on Monday morning. For nearly three weeks and 460 kilometres, I followed the pilgrim path of the Camino Frances, walking towards Santiago de Compostela...
I made a conscious decision not to write poetry on the journey, leaving it perhaps for a later time, but I tried to find a verse or song for each day to borrow words...
I bade farewell to Brun and Tobias and headed down the main road towards Cee and Corcubion, which my iPad has attempted to autocorrect to Concubines. I wasn’t unhappy to be on the road...
This has been Toby’s last day of sharing my journey, because he wants to go to Muxia — which is becoming something of a fable among the Camunists (which is how I describe the...
We have marched much further than the Brierley map suggested, making the most of a fair day to put some miles under our feet and finishing with the grand total of 37 km. Villaserio...
And so we are all here, so many faces from the road turning up at the mass, Toby predictably wandering off and finding his own space, but so many faces from the last two...