In which I find free art| Walking Away
In which I am befogged| Walking Away
In which I find some exceptional graffiti| Walking Away
In which I scale Britain’s third flattest highest point| Walking Away
In which I go barefoot to Greenham Common| Walking Away
In which I wade across the shingle to find some giant ears| Walking Away
10 posts published by Walking Away during September 2022| Walking Away
In which I get blown on a cliff top| Walking Away
A short hike through the village and up into the mountains surrounding Oyndarfjørður, on the north east tip of Eysturoy, one of the Faroe Islands. Around 4 miles, Summer, sun and cloud, light breez…| Walking Away
Section 4 of the Pilgrims’ Way where we go the wrong way, we find some excellent places to eat, and we walk up an inland beach| Walking Away
In which it finally stops raining and out comes the blue| Walking Away
In which I am haunted by signal failure in the Newark area| Walking Away
In which I encounter a considerable body of water from every direction| Walking Away
In which I walk to market to sell my medieval eggs| Walking Away
In which I contemplate by the canal| Walking Away
In which I go underground looking for debauchery| Walking Away
In which I get hugely excited about a ferry driven by a man who looks like a ghost| Walking Away
In which we ramble above Dent defying the weather forecast| Walking Away
In which we take a wild easter walk into the hills and get squelched in a bog| Walking Away
In which we follow the pretty path to the cobbled village| Walking Away
In which I spend my birthday bagging the big one and stick my feet in the tarn| Walking Away
In which I find a perfect pathway and consider opting out of society once and for all| Walking Away
In which I go looking for invisible frogs, bag two peaks and have a massive cake| Walking Away
In which I go solo peak bagging and find a rotting sheep| Walking Away
In which I leave responsibility behind and go live by myself in a village in the dales| Walking Away
In which I get completely lost in the woods. Again.| Walking Away
In which I become very familiar with Welsh mud| Walking Away
In which I experience a considerable amount of rain and get lost a shocking number of times| Walking Away
In which it is a small but very beautiful world| Walking Away
In which we squeeze the last fun out of the summer holidays| Walking Away
In which I ramble around the woodlands looking for pigs, but have to make do with a Martian invader.| Walking Away
In which I get up ridiculously early and get a mackerel sky, plenty of deer and a whiff of a troll.| Walking Away
In which we meet wildlife, discover the ancient sport of squoyling and play ice cream jeopardy| Walking Away
In which we explore the surrounding villages and end up celebrating carnival with a vicar and a tombola| Walking Away
In which I expand my horizons to the sea| Walking Away
In which we take shelter from the summer heat in the woods and end up swimming in a moat| Walking Away
In which I drink some volatile oils and talk to bugs| Walking Away
Section 3 of the Pilgrims’ Way where Shovell the dog explores a lot of straw and we eat a lot of blackberries| Walking Away
In which I stroll around the walls like an off duty feudal lord, constantly distracted by cake shops hiding in towers| Walking Away
In which I sneak down 48 snickets like a medieval rat in this snickelway challenge across York| Walking Away
In which waves of brownish green sadness lap at my feet as I realise I could be doing something fun instead| Walking Away
In which I hear the ghostly sound of a dial up modem in the woods| Walking Away
In which I mooch about on the shingle looking for atom bombs| Walking Away
In which I visit alien worlds made of stone| Walking Away
