My route for the TGO Challenge 2017 has now been vetted and signed off, and quite unexpectedly there was no need for any changes or alterations. Approved without a hitch. So here’s a quick run down of the intended trek. Continue reading
After retiring from the Cambrian Way last week with foot problems, it may be useful just to mention what the problem was.
I’ve always been rather hesitant to use Trail Shoes for anything but typical summer conditions or trips of a couple of nights at most, in fact this was the first time I’ve used them for a longer backpacking trip.
My 11 days and 237 miles through the Welsh hills in almost incessantly wet weather and boggy ground conditions have convinced me more than ever that Trail Shoes are just not suited to prolonged treks where the ground could be consistently wet and boggy for days on end. At least not for me. Continue reading
Those of you have been following my progress along the Cambrian Way may have noticed that it came to an abrupt stop at Barmouth on Tuesday (Share Your Adventure – Track).
After 377km (237 miles) over 11 days, three quarters of the way to the end at Conway only 4 days trek north, I decided to hop on a train home. So why ? Continue reading
The Cambrian Way is in some ways a nemesis for me, being the only backpack I’ve started but didn’t complete. Back in the summer of 2009 I got only as far as Crickhowell before having to beat a retreat home with badly injured feet. On that occasion my downfall was a typical greyhound start. Wales has a way of unpicking such cocky enthusiasm.
Starting this weekend I’m going to have another crack at it, and this time bravado will be left squarely at home with the cats. Continue reading
If you’ve read one of my recent posts you’ll know that I’ve decided to try and explore some of the areas of the UK I’ve not yet visited, especially the numerous Areas of Outstanding Natural Beauty (AONB’s).
MSR Groundhogs, or any decent alloy ‘Y’ peg for that matter, are my peg of choice for most situations. But unless you’ve developed calluses like old boot leather on the palms of your hands, they’re also about the most painful to tease into hard ground if a sizeable rock’s not at hand. Continue reading
Bloke who really should know better ignores the impending weather forecast, pops up a hill for an overnight camp, and awakes to frozen essentials and a disintegrating tent. Continue reading