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Llwybr Llechi Eryri – Day 4, Croesor to Llan Ffestiniog

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I was woken up by two cars around 2:50 am. They asked if I was okay and the conversation went:
“Have you guys been in the mine?”
I went “no, I’m on the Slate Trail and it was late so I camped… Are you the landowner?” (Thinking I needed to move on)
– si you’re just camping? No, we’re Mountain Rescue! Are you okay?
– yes, just asleep! 😆
The guy tapped my hand as I saw his mountain rescue jacket.  They went on in their cars.
I feel stupid because I was half asleep and it felt like a ridiculous situation. I hope whoever they were there for is safe.
It was super windy out there.


They passed by again at 4:30 am, and wished me good morning!
I got up at 5:20 am, made hot chocolate and porridge, and enjoyed the dawn chorus.

Feeling tired but upbeat enough, I ate breakfast and freshened up (with wipes!). I hoped to break camp before 7 am. Checking my Camelback water levels, I found I had more than I thought for the day. I left a little after 7 am and started the walk with a big slope, feeling cold until I reached a sunny spot. The sounds of nature (no cars etc) were amazing.

Taking a break at 470m altitude, I had a protein bar for a snack.
I climbed about 215m in the first hour or so. I only did a mile in an hour. Little did I know at that point that it would be my pace the whole day.
It was so beautiful up there.
It was hard to see the path amidst the ruined houses, and then I spotted two cars with tent boxes, and wondered how they got there considering the terrain but also perhaps if that was related to the mountain rescue in the night. The climb up Croesor quarry was challenging but rewarding.


I reached the highest point in the trail. It was amazing.
I had climbed 280m in 1h30 since I started this morning. That was only 1.3 miles but hard with the climb!
According to my watch, I got to 541m altitude. The weather was perfect. I took photos and could see the tiredness in my eyes.
I took my jacket and fleece off and applied sunscreen.



I walked the wrong way for a bit at the Croesor quarry but eventually went past the waterfall and slowly (it was so hard to go down in the slate slope) got down to the bottom, then to the Lakeside café in Tanygrisiau.
I had a veggie full English and coffee and got a litre of water for my pack. I forgot to get my Llwybr Lechi Eryri passport stamped, for one I was in one of the places who can do it.
After a meal and replenishing my water supply, I continued towards Blaenau Ffestiniog.



Encountering blocked paths and abandoned cars, the journey became less pleasant. However, the view improved as I approached Blaenau Ffestiniog. Just before Blaenau Ffestiniog, encountering six boys walking with cans of drinks and with a shovel echoed a vibe from the movie “Stand by Me.”



Arriving in Blaenau Ffestiniog, I stocked up on water and purchased a USB charging plug. It was such a long slog between Blanau Ffestiniog and Llan Ffestiniog. The path is definitely the scenic route. It was hot and I kept stopping. I was doing an average of a mile per hour only. But it was pretty.
I didn’t see a soul walking between Blanau and Llan Ffestiniog at all. A lot of sheep. A ewe and two lambs even walked with me for a bit.
This is where I really started to have tired legs. I was checking my phone for options, ready to call it a day when I get to Llan Ffestiniog.



I’ve passed Pengwern Old Hall farm. The area is beautiful but I was then suffering so much (legs were sore and I looked like I was limping even though I wasn’t ) that I didn’t feel I was enjoying this to the fullest.
I’m a grown-up strong independent woman but at that specific point, and until I was in the pub in Llan Ffestiniog, I wanted to throw a tantrum, and just sit on the floor and stay where I was. But I knew I needed to carry on to Llan Ffestiniog at least if I hoped to find accommodation.

As I approached Llan Ffestiniog through the woods, rehearsing in my head how to ask for help for campsite/ B&B and charging for my phone in Cymraeg, I slowed down (even more if that was possible) and did get to appreciate how special and beautiful this place is. The gorgeous woods with moss and low-level shrubs, tall trees, and the noise of the waterfall below. I wondered how come I got this place to myself on a bank holiday – I’d expect locals to come and enjoy it here. It’s so lovely.

An irrefutable sign that I was approaching the town is the whistle of the steam train.
My legs were starting to feel the relief as I could picture stopping for the day.



Those last hills were tough in the woods and then in the field on the way up to Llan Ffestiniog were so tough!
Also, one more part of my left shoulder strap broke on my backpack.



Then this…



Okay, I did slide it over but it wasn’t stretching so I had to hold the gate up to do it.
I don’t mind some challenges but I’m exhausted. This shouldn’t feel like I’m in an episode of Survivor!

I went across the field, uphill, aiming for the walking path post I could see by a gate… Unfortunately, it wasn’t a gate, it was a wooden gate in front of wire. I couldn’t summon the energy to walk back down the field and back up. So I climbed over. It must have been a sight! I wasn’t confident at all! But I did it and also got my foot stuck in the wire and had to entangle myself.
I was all full of dirt by then.



And yet there was a bit more to climb to go to the pub.
I asked for a drink in Cymraeg and also asked if they had rooms for the night and got told no.
I looked on my phone and decided to attempt to call the Treks bunkhouse which was about 30 min walk away.
The owner explained he was fully booked with groups but to try the Pengwern which is where I just got told no. I checked and it was the same place.
I told him they had no room so he asked me to walk back there. He explained he helped run the place and they should take walk-ins. He came over, got them to get me a room and I paid £45 for the night. Such a relief. I couldn’t walk any further today.


I am at that point in the walk I was at on Hadrian’s Wall when I nearly gave up. Similar distance and number of days. I know I can do it but it’s about resting tonight and starting afresh tomorrow.

I’m sat on the window ledge with a cup of peppermint tea, writing this up, after I’ve had a shower. Such luxury. I found hot water to make a meal (pasta) with the last of my chorizo.  I’m charging my power packs, too. I look forward to being warned and feeling better tomorrow!


So it’s goodnight from me.

Llwybr Llechi Eryri – Day 3, Talymignedd Isaf campsite to Croesor

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As I started day 3, I expected a slow day, aiming for 12 to 15 miles. I woke around 2:30 am to a beautiful night sky, though my camera couldn’t capture it. After getting up  properly at 6 am, I delayed getting out of my sleeping bag due to the cold and fatigue.

After breakfast and chatting with other campers, Martin, a keen hiker and mountain leader, offered me coffee and introduced me to his wife Fran who walked across Iceland. We discussed hiking, with Martin diagnosing me as “insane” due to the weight if my bag! That’s about right.

I set off around 9 am, enjoying the sunny climb and later with majestic views of Yr Wyddfa and glimpses of the sea.



Descending to Rhyd Ddu, I stopped at a pub for a chocolate bar and apple juice before heading slowly to Beddgelert.

Despite enjoying the woods, I felt mentally fatigued. Concerns about finding accommodation and essentials like water and power troubled me. At Beddgelert, I couldn’t find anywhere to top up my power packs but charged up my devices on the charge I had left.  Refueling at a café (bara brith and coffee ) improved my mood and I started to feel brighter as I walked along the riverbank, feeling refreshed. Even my bag didn’t feel that heavy.



The day’s path was drier overall. I had occasional cloudy weather but mostly sunny.

This is when I had what is perhaps the best mile I walked in my life.

Negotiating boulders and paths over the side of the river was exhilarating. Despite the challenges, I felt happier and more confident.

It goes to show about impermanence of situations. I’m not saying you should always push through  but having a go at the next step before giving up is so important because you don’t know what’s around the corner.  In my case from being tired and wanted to call it a day to exhilarating happy moments on the trail.

Hiking is always here to remind me of these life lessons.

Passing through Nantmor and Bwlchgwernog, I struggled to find a suitable camping spot due to wet ground.



Also, after the fun buzzing part, I had a “moment” of awe when in a proper wild unspoiled area with majestic views.
I’m very lucky to have experienced this.

Eventually, I pitched my tent on a windy hillside above Croesor.

Limited phone connectivity made communication difficult, but I managed to send some messages before struggling to keep warm and falling asleep around 11 pm.

You won’t believe what happened in the night… Wait until the next blog, later on, you will have a good laugh at me!

Llwybr Llechi Eryri – Day 2, Deiniolen to Talymignedd Isaf campsite

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17.5 miles

There is not phone or mobile data here, so I’m using the campsite wifi. Instead of my usual blog, I will just paste my notes, taken along the day (and dump photos as usual).

I woke up at 5 am. It’s still raining continuously outside, but I know I can’t just leave the tent pitched, so I am going to fold it wet. My boots are still wet on top from yesterday from when I submerged my feet by accident.

Note that wild camping is not legal unless you have permission from the landowner. I was fully prepared to move if asked. I pitched at dusk and lifted camp early, leaving no trace.

I cleaned and charged my watch, had a bar of protein Oreo Grenade.

I deflated my mat, trying to be organized in the tiny tent space, packed all my stuff in the dry bags, put on fresh socks, rain trousers, and a backpack cover on the bag. I will try to find a café later and stop for a hot drink, food, and admin/blog posting from yesterday, etc., network permitting.

Padarn forest/park was beautiful. Some places looked like a fairytale land with so many bluebells, moss, and being on top of a waterfall. Lovely to see wildlife.

The uphill and downhill paths were really tricky and slippery. Not sure how I managed to stay upright but I did. The viewing point over the lake was gorgeous, even in poor weather.

The National Slate Museum was shut as it’s 08:15 – too early.

On the footbridge after the museum, beautiful views of Dolbadarn Castell and the mountains. Must be even more impressive on a clear day!

Stopped at the Heights restaurant for breakfast in Llanberis. It wasn’t marked as open in Google maps, but I saw people and asked, and they serve breakfast from 8 am.

Had a “small” English breakfast and a black coffee. Hunger does wonderful things; I don’t usually like baked beans, but I ate everything on the plate. Made use of the toilets and charged my power pack.

After Llanberis, I went up a massive hill. And again. But the views were incredible. Then the path felt quite long before turning to Waunfawr. Views of the sea, I think, and a castle in front too. Sadly overcast, but it must be amazing in clear weather.

The rain stopped late morning. Friends in the South are bragging of the gorgeous weather. Sadly it wasn’t so good here. The way down to Waunfawr is super pretty with mini waterfalls but also extremely muddy. Nice kestrel overhead. As I approached the village, I could hear cockerels and ducks and chickens, etc.

Today I did 17.5 miles, and it wasn’t flat! I’m thinking to limit my walk to 12-15 miles tomorrow because my legs and hips are suffering a little this evening.

Also spotted the steam train.

I had done over 8 miles by 12:00. Happy with that even though I guess some of that was in the café this morning.

I stopped at Tafarn Snowdonia Parc – had a toastie, salad, and chips and a half pint of Aur Eryri. Struggling to eat so much bread and chips, but I need to fuel the walk.

Topped up watch and phone charge, water, used the toilet.

Walked uphill and talked with three lovely Welsh people. Then up up in woods, it was so beautiful. Hard work as my pack is heavy uphill. My centre of gravity shifted with the weight if the pack.

Then on the moor, I felt like in Iceland with the wind and landscape. I turned a corner, saw the sea. Everything was fine again.

What mattered was I knew where I was and where I was going. It felt so slow again. Super tired by then.

Just slow things down and it all becomes beautiful

Also, white horses to cross through. A lot of soggy ground again through the old quarries.

The mountains are majestic. I saw some people; they said the path gets better after you turn a corner so I followed the signage but ended up about 30 minutes off course. At that point I thought it would cost me a night of wild camping rather than reaching the campsite in after Nantlle tonight.

The picture don’t do it justice but the colour of the water in the quarry was so blue. Amazing.

Bloody kissing gates not taking the size of my pack – covered in mud

Then I left the quarry area and walked into Nantlle. There was no network at all for my phone so I couldn’t phone the campsite to book. It was a bit of a slog on sore legs and with my heavy bag, but I made it to the campsite around 7 pm. I showered, made dinner (couscous with chorizo & peppermint tea), washed my clothes while having a hot chocolate, and connected to the WiFi (by the toilet block). It’s noisy on the other side of the campsite with a big group, but I think I will sleep well.

A note, the lady in charge of the campsite, I think her name is Donna, is an absolute gem. Super helpful. The campsite cost me £10 for one night.

Next I need to see if I can spot anywhere to camp 12 to 15 miles away from here.

Day 1 – Llwybr Llechi Eryri (Snowdonia Slate Trail): Embracing the Unexpected

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Yesterday marked the start of my hike along the Snowdonia Slate Trail, a day of surprises, scenic wonders, and a mix of challenges and small wins.

Setting off on the train to Newport, I found myself chatting with the station staff, setting a cheerful tone for the day ahead. I had to find a fix (a headband) for my backpack’s loose buckle. I switch trains at Newport for the Transport for Wales train, (it had USB charging points!) and announcements in Welsh, adding an immersive touch to the journey.

Interestingly the toilet felt like a TARDIS and kept talking 😆 “door closed”…

Chatting with other passengers was lovely and the lady selling food and drinks explained the voice for announcements is called “Digital Doris” amongstbthe staff.

Arriving in Bangor, I stepped onto the trail, greeted by a picturesque bike path in the woods and by penrhyn castle. Yet, amidst the beauty, I couldn’t help but notice the reality of homelessness under the bridge (someone clearly lives there)—a stark reminder of the world’s complexities.

I kept walking, and the scenery got better – fields full of sheep and adorable baby lambs, and I stumbled upon a lovely spot with bluebells nestled between a couple of trees.

Then, along the fence next to the A55, it got a bit muddy in places, but the wooden path kept it wild enough. I couldn’t help but notice the cars zooming by through the bushes and trees – even played “yellow car”, just for fun.

After that, I struggled over and over again through kissing gates as my pack was too big for them.  Taking my bag off, lifting it over the gate, going through, putting my bag back on, walking the length of the field, and starting again…). It slowed me down a lot and was tiring. 

Despite the hurdles (pun intended), the journey was punctuated by moments of wonder, from the smell of wild garlic to the breathtaking views atop Charub quarry. Pushing onward towards Bethesda, I struggled with fatigue and the weight of my pack. I was on my own all day. No other hikers on the trail. Just a few dog walkers in towns.

Deciding against indulging in a warm meal and pint in Bethesda, I carried on past Bethesda. The quaint station caught my eye with its charming architecture, providing a brief respite before pushing onwards.

Leaving the town behind, I hoped for smoother terrain to pitch my tent. A massive hill loomed before me, challenging my resolve, but the breathtaking views and wildlife sightings offered ample reward.

Saw another yellow car!

Fortunately, the weather held, sparing me from the rain as I navigated through marshy, boggy ground and crossed streams with caution.

I pressed on, guided by a mix of determination and optimism. As dusk approached, I faced the daunting task of finding a suitable spot to pitch my tent. My first option was under power lines, so I moved on.

With limited options and the threat of rain looming, I made a quick decision, settling for a rocky patch near a house.With the worst of the pitching behind me, I treated myself to a comforting meal of pasta and a hot chocolate, a well-deserved reward after a challenging day on the trail.

Richard later shared, it was Judith’s birthday yesterday – I think she’d have like my little adventure.

Stay tuned for the next chapter of my journey in Snowdonia.

Embracing the Unknown: My Snowdonia Slate Trail Adventure

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As I sit here, double-checking my backpack in eager anticipation, I’m struck by a bunch of emotions – excitement, nervousness, and a touch of apprehension, forming just the right blend of anticipation for what lies ahead.

Tomorrow morning marks the beginning of my journey into the landscape of Snowdonia, as I embark on the Snowdonia Slate Trail, or as it’s known in Welsh, Llwybr Llechi Eryri.

The Slate Trail, an 83-mile path through the remarkable slate landscape of Snowdonia, promises to immerse me in the rich history of Wales’ latest World Heritage Site. As I tread the path of this once-thriving slate industry, I’ll bear witness to the haunting beauty of abandoned quarries, juxtaposed with the resilience of working ones. Along the way, I’ll have the chance to explore the National Slate Museum of Wales, a testament to the region’s industrial past, but also see lakes, rivers and beautiful Welsh villages.

My plan? To complete as much of the 83-mile trail as my five and a half days allow, embracing the challenge of  (careful) wild camping for the very first time, too. Unlike my previous expeditions, meticulously planned with booked campsites or BnB and predetermined daily routes, this adventure is an exercise in spontaneity, . It’s just me, my trusty backpack, and the trail, beckoning me to let go of certainty and embrace the unknown.

The decision to embark on this journey comes with its own set of challenges, both physical and mental. Since returning from a charity trek in Iceland last month, where I had mild hypothermia, I’ve been grappling with fatigue and lingering effects. Yet, it’s precisely these challenges that fuel my determination to push my limits and rediscover my resilience in Snowdonia.

As I prepare to leave, I’m reminded of the advice and support I’ve received from fellow campers, mountain leaders, and hiking enthusiasts. Despite the weight of my backpack – a hefty 17.5kg with water – I’m grateful for the invaluable guidance that’s brought me to this moment. And though my pack may be heavy, my spirits soar with anticipation for the adventures that await.

So, as I leave behind the familiar comforts of home and set my sights on the landscapes of Snowdonia, I invite you to join me on this journey of discovery, and self-discovery. I’ll attempt to share pictures and post daily but if I fail, due to batteries or network, I’ll post when I am back to civilisation 😊.

As we approach bank weekend, I wish you all plenty of happy rambling!

Big love 💚

Preparing for Adventure: Two Hikes in Gloucestershire and Fan Brycheiniog

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In the lead-up to my upcoming Snowdonia Slate Trail adventure, I embarked on two amazing hikes that not only served as preparation but also filled my soul with joy and anticipation for the trails ahead.

Firstly, I ventured to Coaley Peak and Woodchester Valley loop, accompanied by the indomitable Andrea. Amidst the verdant woods and rolling hills, we indulged in a morning of hiking, sprinkled with a dash of trail running to outrun a passing tractor in the vineyard – an adventure filled with laughter, sunshine, and the simple pleasures of nature. It was a reminder of why the great outdoors is my happy place, and I eagerly look forward to more moments like these.



Next, I tackled  Fan Brycheiniog, standing tall at 802m in the heart of Wales. Joined by ten fellow trekkers (from our Iceland trek) and two canine companions, Bear & Daisy, the day was nothing short of extraordinary. Despite the initial steep incline and an unexpected detour along the way, our journey was marked by camaraderie, breathtaking vistas, and the shared joy of overcoming challenges.

As I reflected on our Iceland trek and the resilience it demanded, conquering Fan Brycheiniog felt like a tribute to our determination and spirit of adventure. Each step reminded me of the incredible community of trekkers and supporters rallying behind Prospect Hospice, spurring me onward to embrace new challenges and make a difference.



With memories of these two unforgettable hikes fueling my excitement, I’m ready to embark on the Snowdonia Slate Trail, embracing the unknown with open arms and a heart full of anticipation. Here’s to the adventures that lie ahead, the friendships forged on the trails, and the endless possibilities waiting to be discovered amidst the beauty of nature.

Let the journey begin. 🏔️💚

An Unforgettable Iceland Trek

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It’s been two weeks since I embarked on the unforgettable Iceland Trek in support of Prospect Hospice, and it’s time to share the incredible adventure with you all (sorry for the delay). From breathtaking landscapes to unexpected challenges, each day brought new experiences and lasting memories. I loved getting to know my fellow trekkers, and by the end of the five days, experiencing so much together, it felt like we’d known each other for five years. As I write this, I miss them so much!

Day 1: Travel and Reykjavik Welcome

Our journey began with an early start from the airport. Landing in Iceland just before lunchtime, we boarded our minibus, our trusty transport for the duration of the trek, and headed to Reykjavik for a delightful lunch in a food hall (everyone gets dishes from various restaurants and we eat in a central location) and a tour led by our knowledgeable guide, Dagny. From glimpses of the Parliament to insights into Icelandic history, the tour was a perfect introduction to this vibrant city. The highlight for me, however, was the harbour and the exceptional Harpa concert hall, a masterpiece of modern architecture.

In the evening, we arrived at our accommodation for the next three days. Expecting a basic hostel, we were pleasantly surprised by the lovely hotel awaiting us. Sharing a room with Sal, the best roommate I could have wished for, added to the experience. The hotel’s “hot pots” (hoy tub but not bubbly) offered relaxation with their crystal-clear waters, complemented by unlimited tea, coffee, and hot chocolate from the coffee machine. Chef Harry treated us to sumptuous dinners, with salmon and a lovely chocolate cake pudding, setting the tone for the adventure ahead.

That evening I had a glass of wine. My first in about 4 months (I’d stopped counting at 100 days). It felt right to enjoy a glass of wine with those wonderful people, eating delicious food.

That evening, we heard that the volcano on the Reykjanes Peninsula, which we passed on the way from the airport earlier that day and saw its smoke, erupted. The guide had told us that some scientists said it would erupt again whilst others were persuaded it would erupt again.

Day 2: Exploring Þingvellir

The morning brought a flurry of messages from friends, all concerned about the eruption. Fortunately, our trek remained unaffected; although we were also situated in the southwest of Iceland, far from the peninsula where the eruption occurred. We couldn’t even catch a glimpse of it in the sky, unlike reports of an orange glow seen above Reykjavik that night.

Hiking in Þingvellir National Park was a highlight of the trek, where we traversed a lava field (now extinct) in the 5km gap that separates the fault line between the North American and Eurasian tectonic plates. The stunning scenery, from lowlands to a beautiful lake, to picturesque waterfalls, left me in awe of Iceland’s natural beauty. In that place, I think I might have fallen in love with Iceland! Despite encountering some challenging weather, the day was filled with wonder for this unique landscape.

When back at the hotel we had a gorgeous dish of braised lamb, with a madeira sauce made after Harry’s grandmother’s recipe…. and the best creme brulée I’ve ever eaten!

It was St Patrick’s day so we celebrated with some Jameson whiskey. We also had a great game of cards. What a lovely evening.

Day 3: Conquering Hengill

On the third day of our journey, we ventured towards the majestic Hengill volcano mountain range. En route, we passed an intriguing plant that I had never encountered before. Apparently, these plants capture CO2 from the air and reintroduce it deep into the ground—a fascinating environmental initiative [news article about it].

Ascending Hengill was a monumental challenge, one that pushed me to my limits both physically and mentally. But I relished every step in the snow…I wasn’ so keen in climbing the steep mossy inclines. Despite being the hardest thing I’ve ever done, it also treated me to some of the most breathtaking sights I’ve ever seen and provided valuable lessons along the way.

As we ascended through snow, ice and moss-covered terrain, the physical and mental challenges became apparent for all of us in the group. Everyone was pushing their limits and supporting each other. Little did we know, the weather had more in store for us. During our lunch break, the strong winds started peaking and relentless sleet made an appearance—a preview of the grueling return journey back down the mountain that awaited us.

Despite the harsh conditions, the camaraderie within our group and the sheer beauty of the landscape made every step forward feel worthwhile. However, as the weather intensified, so did its toll on my body. I found myself grappling with mild hypothermia (I didn’t know that it was hypothermia at the time), my mood darkening as I struggled to eat, to stay warm and to stay focused.

Upon reaching the minibus, I was trembling, my soaked layers providing little protection against the biting cold. It dawned on me that the elements had gone through every layer, leaving me vulnerable and chilled to the bone. Grateful for the offered coats in the mini bus and for the short trip back to the hotel, I sought refuge in the warmth of the room, where a hot shower, dry clothes, and then comforting hot chocolate and cake in the snug, helped restore some semblance of warmth and vitality.

I still had a headache that only shifted after dinner. So I went to the sauna for welcome warmth.

Despite the adversities we faced, the experience only deepened my affection for Iceland and reinforced my belief in the indomitable resilience of the human spirit, as exemplified by the determination of our group.

Day 4: Reykjadalur Valley

Our final hiking day took us through the stunning Reykjadalur Valley, where hot springs and streams awaited. Walking through snow, wind, and hail once again, but this time I remained warm, we reached the hot river bathing spot—a surreal experience amidst the harsh elements.

Arriving at the hot river bathing spot felt like stepping into a dream amidst the unforgiving elements. The contrast between the icy surroundings and the soothing warmth of the natural springs was nothing short of surreal.

After indulging in the rejuvenating experience, we retraced our steps back to the café where we had parked, our spirits filled by the sense of accomplishment and camaraderie. With warm drinks in hand (and perhaps a few indulging in something stronger), we shared hearty laughs and triumphant smiles, basking in the joy of our shared achievement.

As we paused to reflect on our journey and the funds raised for Prospect Hospice, a profound sense of pride and gratitude washed over us. Not only had we explored some of the wonders of this remarkable country, but we had also made a tangible difference in the lives of others—a truly humbling and rewarding experience.

We headed to Reykjavik to a new hotel and for a celebratory dinner.

Still no sight of the northern lights but we’ll have to return to Iceland for this.

Reflecting on the Journey

Looking back on the Iceland Trek, I’m filled with a mix of emotions—gratitude for the support of friends and fellow trekkers, awe at the beauty of Iceland’s landscapes, and admiration for the resilience of the human spirit.

Being part of this landscape, each day, show how little we are, amongst the majestic mountains and vol

In hindsight, the challenges faced during the mountain hike on Hengill left a lasting impact. Since then, I’ve struggled with regulating my body temperature and have found it difficult to exercise properly.
Despite these ongoing difficulties, the journey was a testament to the power of perseverance and the joy of adventure. I’m priviledge, lucky and grateful to have had such an amazing experience, have met and walked with the most beautiful souls, and seen such incredible sights.

As I’m writing this, I want to thank every single one of you who have supported Prospect Hospice through donations on my page.


I’m now preparing for my next adventure, in May, in North Wales. More in the next post.
Until then, happy rambling.

Barbury Castle – A Walk to Remember

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It took us 3h10 in total

Yesterday’s ramble took me on an 8.5-mile journey, guided by the memory of Judith. Alongside Richard (my friend, Judith’s husband) and a group of Judith’s friends, we strolled off from Barbury Castle and the Ridgeway, while looking at nature’s wonders.

I had run a 5K parkrun in the morning and done leg day at the gym the night before, so this was perfect to stretch my legs. A day later, it’s all a bit tense so I’m off to yoga class today 🙂

I really enjoyed the walk.

Shortly after leaving the Ridgeway path, I heard a murmurration of starlings behind the hill, then some red kites soared above the path, a bit further.

Despite the biting cold, our brisk pace kept us warm, a fitting tribute to Judith, who sadly left us three years ago in December 2020. Judith had shared countless adventures with children on Duke of Edinburgh programs and her friends yesterday told me many lovely stories of her time with them.

The camaraderie with Judith’s friends added more warmth to the chilly walk. However, our hike wasn’t without its challenges. Crossing paths with a hunting group required a bit of patience (and a lot of my tolerance as I’m not very understanding of hunting generally), as they fired across the public road at pheasants. Further along, Finn, the energetic black Labrador who walked along with us, found himself in a field with horses, but together, we navigated the situation with teamwork.

Approaching Rockley, an unusual sight awaited – a field retaining water from recent rains, a rare occurrence in these clay fields.

The last few miles we walked through sunset around 16:30 and then it became much darker. With my ’emergency’ small torch in hand, I navigated the path, and as the temperature dropped, we reached the car park.

The celebration began with mince pies, blueberry muffins, and Christmas biscuits treats from East Germany that Alan brought. The festive spirit thrived, accompanied by (now daily cold) hot chocolate from my flask, while others enjoyed mulled wine (I don’t drink alcohol at the moment). The night views of Swindon were lovely, a fitting conclusion to a great walk.



As I reflect on this day, I am grateful for the invitation from Richard. Judith’s memory lives on through each step, and I look forward to honoring her with many more hikes. She remains a source of inspiration, alongside the wonderful Jen who’s also one of my hiking inspiration, shaping my journey one hike at a time.

I’ll write a bit more about my plans for this year’s walk in another post.

The next big hike will be in March, fundraising for the Prospect Hospice in Judith’s honour. You can read more here and donate if you can. https://www.justgiving.com/page/aurelie-icelandtrek2024

Until next time, happy rambling 💚

A Journey Along the Wildlife Walk in Celebration of Richard Jefferies

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Route on Strava

The Richard Jefferies Museum by Coate Water in Swindon has initiated the Wildlife Walk in celebration of Jefferies’s life. This walk spans a whopping 175 miles, connecting various places that were significant in Jefferies’s life.

The Richard Jefferies museum
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Three weeks ago, I took on the challenge of walking the length of the ridgeway, a grueling 99 miles over 6 days, which coincides with some of the Wildlife walk. It was a test of endurance and determination, but I’m proud and glad to have accomplished it.
Today, I connected that path, by walking from the Richard Jefferies Museum to the Ridgeway. Despite it being one of the hottest days of the year, and having already run a Parkrun earlier this morning, the main challenge was indeed the heat. You can check out the stats of my walk on Strava.

Coate Water Nature Reserve

My friend Craig, who’s well-versed with the route, was my guide for the day.

A significant portion of our walk coincided with the National Cycle Route 45, leading us to the Three Trees Farm Shop. There, we took a much-needed break (mostly looking at all the goodies in the shop) and refreshed ourselves with cold drinks.

The curly-wurly bridge over the M4

Our journey was mostly smooth, except for a stretch of long grass that we inadvertently ventured into. But that’s the beauty of such walks, isn’t it? The unexpected turns and the surprises they bring! And the rash on my legs has almost gone by now 😀

We were also treated to sightings of squirrels, red kites, rabbits, and deer along the way.

Craig, ever the enthusiast, suggested we circle around Liddington Castle, which I was relunctant to because my legs were getting tired and it was so watm, but I’m actually glad we did (I just moaned a lot). The views from the trig point, overlooking Swindon, were absolutely breathtaking.

Never not funny…

Our return journey, though still under the scorching sun, felt a tad easier. Most of it was downhill, and we eventually made our way back to Coate. To mark the end of our 11-mile walk in the heat, we decided to treat ourselves to a drink at the Sun Inn.

Now, here’s where I urge all of you to get involved. The Wildlife Walk is not just a physical journey; it’s an experience, a tribute to Richard Jefferies. I encourage everyone to explore the route, walk as much (or as little) as you can, and share your experiences with the museum. And if you’re around on the 6th of November, do join in the celebrations of Richard Jefferies’s birthday and life.

The Richard Jefferies Museum is a treasure trove of events and exhibitions. If you can, drop by for the “Music and Cream Tea” afternoons held on Sundays( you might see me there volunteering). In fact, there’s one tomorrow, and given the sunny forecast, I hope to see many of you there!

Another recommendation from me is to buy and read this wonderful book Wildlife, to learn more about Richard Jeffries.

Lastly, if you’re in a position to, consider donating to support the museum. Every bit helps in preserving the legacy of Richard Jefferies.

As for me, I aim to walk the entirety of the 175 miles, though I will not be able to complete it by the 6th of November. My next segment? Joining the Ridgeway to Tolworth, Surbiton. Life is proving busy and a bit difficult at the moment, so I’m not sure yet when this will be, but I’ll keep you updated in this blog.

Until next time, happy walking!

Day 6 on the Ridgeway: From Wendover to Ivinghoe Beacon – The Final Stretch

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I set out from Wendover at 08:15, excited for the final stretch of my journey on the Ridgeway. I was headed to Ivinghoe Beacon, and I kept ahead of schedule for the whole way.

Breakfast at the Red Lion. They ran out of red berries 🤣
Ready to smash those miles
Can’t wait to stop carrying that smelly pack backpack!

As I left Wendover, I reflected on the chat with the locals last night and how lovely the place is. I think I could live there. It’s really nice.



The walk past Wendover started with a nice stroll through the woods. Along the way, I met Nadinja from the Netherlands, just before Tring Park. We had a great time chatting and laughing together. Tring Park was lovely, though we never figured out who “Walter” was.



Tring station had no toilet or water, but the kind lady at the station gave us both a drink.

If you’re not aware, in the UK, there’s a plan to get rid of Ticket offices. Without this lady’s help today, a ticket machine wouldn’t have been able to help us with water!

Please sign the petition 🙏https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/636542

We met Craig just after Tring station. And the three of us walked along.

After a quick nature break in the woods (sorry, TMI), I picked up the pace a bit. I slowed down when the hills multiplied, but I knew that would be the case.

As we made our way towards the Beacon, the views were amazing. We seems to follow a semi-circle around the Windmill below us.

Nadinja was fun to walk with. We even managed to get some inside jokes and a good few giggles train and plane, and fences spotting, and playing “Hiya” (if you know, you know). So much fun!

I completed the 11.7 miles (18.85 km) of the final day at 13:20, feeling very happy with my achievement.

We walked back to the car park, where Craig treated us all to a massive ice cream. We then headed to Tring station to get Nadinja to her train, and Craig drove me home.

I want to thank all the people who walked with me: Craig, Richard, Suzie, Nadinja, Kyle and all the people who have encouraged me along the way. I am not certain I have completed it without you all.

This journey on the Ridgeway was not just a personal physical and mental achievement but also part of my training for the Iceland Trek in March, in support of Prospect Hospice.

I would be incredibly grateful if you could donate to this cause and help support the incredible work of Prospect Hospice. Please visit https://www.justgiving.com/page/aurelie-icelandtrek2024 to make a donation.

So here this adventure ends. I have plenty of ideas for further walks and long hikes, and I’ll post about it soon, but for now, it’s goodbye from me. 👋