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: Konitsa to Metsovo
Finding a good campsite is always a bit of a gamble. You want somewhere flat, of course, so you don’t keep sliding downhill all night. It needs to be close to water for cooking and washing. It needs to be … Continue reading
It was an idyllic morning, with bright sunshine once again. As we drank our breakfast coffee, we could make out two deer very faintly on the far promontory. The cuckoo, whose call had accompanied us since Florina, was already hard at … Continue reading
The typical Greek mountain refuge is locked, barred and vandal-proof, and only opens for groups. If you’re lucky, there may be a verandah for shelter in bad weather, and there’s usually a water source and a spectacular view. The Astrakas … Continue reading
The Astrakas refuge marked the start of very different country. We were now in the Zagoria , tourist territory, flagged up in the guide books, with information on what to see and where to stay. The footpaths had been well-waymarked ever … Continue reading
The Klima Springs were idyllic as a menthol cigarette ad: white rocks, clear green pools, pebble beaches and shade from the willow trees. We put two cans of coke in the stream to cool for lunch, and settled down for … Continue reading
Pinned to a tree on the cobbled path below Vitsa was a piece of paper. Coming closer, I could see it was a poem. This is a rough translation. It wasn’t just the violence of the war and the civil … Continue reading
Suddenly, it was summer. As we came down from the rocky saddle into Tsepelovo, the owners of the first house in the village had just arrived and were hanging blankets and rugs out to air. Later, we saw the husband … Continue reading
It had been a long day, and we were setting up the tent amidst orchids in a meadow just below the track. Our food supplies were running low, as we hadn’t found a proper shop since Konitsa, over a week … Continue reading
In our room in Vovousa, there were posters of Bear River (Arkoudhorema), with beautiful waterfalls – and bears, of course. But we’d been told by some of the Gamila hikers that the bridge further up had been washed away, and … Continue reading