Walk this Way

Here we are. The walk a distant memory. Those heady, hot days of a summer stroll in the evening sun, stopping off at the village pub for a pint of local cider or beer. Some banter with the locals, then perhaps a delicious meal to finish off the evening before a long restful sleep, up…

I Walk The Line

Well can you believe it? The last ever Long Straight Walk blog is here, the video blogs are all done, although I may have to put subtitles up on the last, wind swept, one from John o’Groats. No more ramblings both on feet and online for you to endure or enjoy. (you take your pick) It’s…

One Step

In a few days time I will be taking the last step of the Long Straight Walk. It will be a small step for man but not necessarily a giant leap for anyone. Now that I am allowing myself the indulgence of picturing those final moments for the first time I can actually believe I…

The Hills are Alive

Picture an Austrian family singing and holding hands as they sing and dance across the Tyrolean mountains as they laugh and smile at one another and you have totally misjudged what the last few days of the Long Straight Walk has been like. The Highland Perthshire legs have had their moments of frivolity, for instance…

With a little help from my friends

Letting Ringo Starr sing was a brave or foolish step for the band but it seems to have worked out ok for them. It was with this tune in my head that i took my own foolish or brave step on Day 16 heading from Muirkirk to Hamilton. this leg was going to be very…

Knock on wood

Where do you hide a tree? In the forest of course. Well there must have been the biggest ever game of hide and seek for fir trees going on yesterday. The walk reached the forest stage and several hours and some decent climbs later we exited the green miles slightly hypnotised by the sight of…

Sitting on the dock of the bay

Day 12 Sittin in the morning sun I’ll be sittin’ when the evening comes Watching the ships roll and I’ll watch them roll away again. Well Otis you must have had a smile on you face watching your song play out yesterday in Peel harbour on the Isle of Man. The set up was this:…

In the Manx News

The Isle of Man has no excuse for not hearing about the Long Straight Walk, it has been in the newspapers, the radio and the TV. I think it might have been the sight of the commonwealth games tartan kilt that awakened the media burst. Whether it was the walk, the kilt or simply my…

My my my Delilah

Tom Jones’ Delilah being belted out by 80,000 people at the Milenium Stadium, Cardiff after a 6 nations rugby match was my best ever Welsh musical moment that was until a couple of days ago. Picture the scene, a windless sunny day, the water of Cardigan Bay calm and green, the inflatable RIB’s 250bhp engine…

Come Fly With Me

Come fly with me, come fly let’s fly away. The place we flew to in a very light aircraft was Haverfordwest Airstrip in South Wales, very exotic. My pilot John, who flew Tiger Moths in his younger days tells me it used to be a military base during the war, I daren’t ask which war. This…

Goodbye England

Not so much goodbye England, more of au revoir Cornwall. I’ve loved the people of Cornwall even more than the magnificent scenery.  Climbing through someone’s garden you would expect to be told in no uncertain terms to “get orff moi land” but no, in Cornwall everyone we have bumped into on their own property all…

Some days do, some days don’t

Yesterday I mentioned the pretend paths with a wee “ha ha ha” today I’ll mention the pretend routes again, minus the ha’s. Three maybe four times the paths disintegrated before our eyes and became horse fields, cow fields, or just bloody fields. There was one instance where there was a a very large pig behind…