Hadrians Wall

"I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake." -...

The frogs croak loudly in the thrushes of the pond. The sun has silenced everything else under the oppressive heat....

The GPS on my phone shows I've crossed the fifty mile mark of walking as I ready to start day...

The strength and energy emanating from the countryside around Huntercrook was infectious. The farm is run by two of the...

After a lovely breakfast at Huntercrook, my hosts let me know of a path through the countryside of Bardon Mill...

The rains have left, and outside my window at the Old Repeater Station I can sense the raw power of...

I wake to a light rain falling in Humshaugh. My dried tears from last night are salty on my face....

I cross the bridge over the river Tyne and leave the Hadrian's Wall path, entering the quiet village of Humshaugh....

I awake to a beautiful morning at the Robin Hood Inn feeling better than I have in years. The last...

As the morning rain lets up, I leave the Keelman lodge feeling stiff and sore, but in good spirits. I...

As I was sitting in the hotel lobby waiting to check in to my Edinburgh hotel the previous day, a...

I don't sleep well on my first night in Edinburgh. The prior long travel day combined with my apprehension of...