Daily Archive: September 28, 2014

We left Kirkby Stephen along the Eden river, walking through the little woodland to the hamlet of Hartley — strange how the names reoccur as we walk — and then the long pull past...

Trackless is a lie, but the band of travellers isn’t. For the longest day, we had wonderful company in the form of a mum in her seventies partnered by her forty-ish son. The irony...