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: Kastoria to Konitsa
To the South rose the magnificent peaks of Timfi, our next destination. But we had a problem: we were running out of money. It’s a cash economy in the villages and people don’t take credit cards. The last cashpoint had … Continue reading
Long, long ago dragons lived in the alpine lakes of Greece, and whiled away the time throwing rocks at each other. You can still see the rocks today as you clamber up to the Smolikas Dragon Lake, although the only … Continue reading
Blue skies and sunshine the next morning made up for the storms of the night before. It was incredibly peaceful, as we sat outside the sheep shelter, drinking our morning coffee and watching the ladybirds on the glistening wet grass. … Continue reading
There were quite a few scary moments on our walk: encounters with ferocious dogs, suspected bears, precipitous paths and scree slopes. But I think what frightened me most were the thunderstorms, spectacular though they were. The usual advice is to … Continue reading
Kefalohori, down in the valley just off the tarred road to Konitsa, was very different from the summertime villages of Grammos and Aetomilitsa. There were saloon cars as well as pick-ups parked beside the modern whitewashed houses, with their meticulous … Continue reading
Snow covered the track, drifting downwards over the scree, and with a rocky cliff and more snow above. It was frozen hard and very slippery. I’m a complete coward when it comes to this kind of thing. I hate heights … Continue reading
The Grammos mountains witnessed the last stand of the Left at the end of the civil war in 1949. The scars of napalm can still be seen on the denuded hillsides, and the forests were sown with minefields. Like Prespa, … Continue reading
We were now heading into the Grammos mountains, beyond the well-established villages on the tarred road. The peaks ahead were streaked with snow, and below on our right were the red roofs of an Albanian village. By the time we … Continue reading