Category: FEEL BETTER

  • The Ridgeway

    The Ridgeway

    Expansive views and big skies have never felt as important as they did at the end of seven long months of abnormality. So we planned a spur-of-the-moment, six-day hike along England’s most ancient trail — the Ridgeway. Spanning 85 miles from Avebury in Wiltshire, crossing the chalky Berkshire Downs and then kissing the river Thames,…

  • Coast to Coast

    Coast to Coast

    The breadth of Northern England, from Robin Hood’s Bay in the east to St Bees on the Cumbrian coast in the west, is roughly 190 miles. A well-mapped route traverses North Yorkshire’s beguiling and desolate heather moorland, the Dales’ rolling wildflower meadows and the peaks and hollows of the Lake District. There’s a good reason…

  • Sleeping amid Scotland’s wilds

    Sleeping amid Scotland’s wilds

    There is no feeling comparable to finding absolute solace in nature. Striding out into the wilderness and pitching a tent under a blanket of sky or tree canopy has been many a penman’s muse. And with so much rugged countryside joining the dots between our towns and cities, it’s easy to understand why. Whilst true…

  • Green corners

    Green corners

    There is a reason that so many of us are drawn to the outdoors. The simplicity of it. Its wildness. We are ever more removed from the natural landscape — a world of town and city dwellers, existing between concrete and glass. Modern anxieties are perpetuated by environment and, specifically, by the removal of nature…

  • Staggering New Zealand strolls

    Staggering New Zealand strolls

    Grandeur. It lures us to mountainsides and puts us in the belly of the deepest snaking valleys. And logistics aside — it’s the ultimate Antipodean long-haul — New Zealand has some of the grandest walking trails on Earth. “Tramping” is a matter of Kiwi national pride.  NZ has nine Great Walks and hundreds of not-quite-so-great,…

  • Past the previous furthest point

    Past the previous furthest point

    Biting January air and the thick sky should feel oppressive. There should be a sense of needing to get back to warmth and comfort. To lamps and cups of tea, shit TV and dinners in the oven. But the cold feels sympathetic. One foot in front of the other, into the mist. Keep moving forwards…