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: Mesochora to Karpenisi
The area around Karpenisi is called Little Switzerland. As we strolled up to the pass above the town, through pines and pastures, with the sound of cowbells all around, we could see why. We had breakfasted on Popi’s excellent home-made … Continue reading
Every two hundred metres along the tarred road back to Kerasochori stood a man in a high viz jacket, armed with a gun. There was no traffic. We waited for Butch Cassidy to come galloping round the corner to oblivion. … Continue reading
Lightning flashed across the tent, thunder rolled around the peaks. We lay there counting. How far away was the storm? To make matters worse, I was feeling sick, with a slight headache. “Why don’t you get dressed so you can … Continue reading
Klopoukitsa was deserted. There were three or four houses, all closed up, and a church. Since nobody was about, we stopped briefly to fill up with water from a tap outside one of the houses. Suddenly half a dozen kittens, … Continue reading
We’d stopped at a little roadside cafe, bright with flowers overflowing out of old olive oil tins. They specialised in Greek coffee. Nothing else, not even soft drinks, and no food. We couldn’t see any houses, the village of Monastiraki … Continue reading
The narrow path ahead was cut into the rock face, with a sheer drop on one side. I’m nervous of heights and precipices, and stopped to take a deep breath and send up a prayer at the little shrine alongside … Continue reading
We stopped at the highest point on the Deldhimi pass, nearly two thousand metres up. Wave after wave of peaks stretched away into the distance, both North and South. An eagle floated overhead as we had lunch. There was no … Continue reading
We had a choice. We could walk up the Koubourianitikos river or over the ridge on the far side and along the dirt roads to Leondito. It all depended on the water level, Dimitri told us, as we set off. … Continue reading
The cafe in Petroto was called “The Monopoly” – the only place to get food in the tiny village. The primary school was next door, and the cafe was run by the school teacher and his wife. We pitched our … Continue reading