Hiking the English coast
Hiking the English coast
Alas, due to the pandemic, plans for hiking in Greece (& maybe Albania) have been postponed as it looks increasing likely that we won’t make it out of the UK in 2021.
Instead, follow me on Instagram, as I tackle the 630 miles of the English South West Coastal path this summer – the wrong way round! That means starting in Poole, Dorset. En route from mid-April. Let’s hope for fine weather and no more lock-downs.
We look forward to being back in Greece in 2022.
Category Archives: Florina to Kastoria
We enjoyed two days of luxury. We sank into the lakeside armchairs of Kastoria and sipped cappucinos. We explored the Byzantine churches and old fur trader mansions, and we got lost in the narrow streets. But mostly we did nothing … Continue reading
We were now almost off the map. It wouldn’t be the last time that the 1:50,000 Anavasi map stopped, with a large gap before the next one took over. And I had sent the 1:250,000 map of Macedonia to be … Continue reading
Oh no, not again. I was drifting off to sleep, snug in our tent in the deserted village of Ano Kranionas. Suddenly, we heard barking coming closer, then the sounds of an animal padding round the tents and campfire. But … Continue reading
We were a little jaded the following morning, as we struggled up along faint paths, and new unmarked tracks, through pastureland and into the forest. There was the sound of chainsaws in the distance, and suddenly we came over a … Continue reading
“Beware the bears” , the girl in the supermarket had said. We lay in our tents in the dark, not daring to move. Something big had crashed through the undergrowth and was nosing around the campsite. It barked – again … Continue reading
“You’re going up into the mountains?” said the girl in the little Plati supermarket in horror. “Aren’t you afraid? I’ve never been up there. There’s snakes, bears, wolves and ….,” she paused to emphasise her concern, “Albanians!” We’d stopped to … Continue reading
It was a cold grey Sunday morning when we set off from Vigla up through the beechwoods towards Anthovouni (Flower Mountain) and the Varnous range. A line of turbines snaked out of the mist along the range above us. There … Continue reading
For many years, Prespa was forbidden territory. During the Greek Civil War (1946-49), it was one of the last strongholds of the Left. As the fighters and their families fled across the border to Albania and on to exile throughout … Continue reading
The day started with bright sunshine, as we climbed higher through beech woods and meadows sparkling with flowers. Veryan and I bounded from one new flower to the next, exclaiming at each discovery: orchids, foxtail lilies, little purple pansies. “Not … Continue reading