The GPS on my phone shows I’ve crossed the fifty mile mark of walking as I ready to start day six on The Wall. A transformation has occurred within me, not physically, but an internal change of processing thought and perceiving reality. As I ready to leave my hosts at Huntercrook lodge, they ask if…
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A day around Huntercrook
The strength and energy emanating from the countryside around Huntercrook was infectious. The farm is run by two of the loveliest people, Robin and Julia, and is full of roaming chickens around the yard, with larger livestock visible in the fields beyond. Robin is a former London chef, and his flair for cooking and meal…
Vindolanda
After a lovely breakfast at Huntercrook, my hosts let me know of a path through the countryside of Bardon Mill that will take me close to the entrance of Vindolanda. They offered to drive me, but I politely decline. I’ve come this far on foot, why not continue? I delight in the quiet morning air…
Day Five on the Wall – Reaching the halfway point
The rains have left, and outside my window at the Old Repeater Station I can sense the raw power of an electric day ahead of me. My body has morphed overnight into a new strength, shedding the exoskeleton of pain from the prior days of walking into a titanium frame of confidence. It’s the best…
Day Four on the Wall – to The Old Repeater Station
I wake to a light rain falling in Humshaugh. My dried tears from last night are salty on my face. Smiling, I ready my body for another day of walking Hadrian’s Wall. Sue makes me a hearty English breakfast that I devour like a starving child. Another American couple is with me, and we make…
Day Three on the Wall – The path to Humshaugh
I awake to a beautiful morning at the Robin Hood Inn feeling better than I have in years. The last two days I’ve walked almost twenty five miles along the Hadrian’s Wall path by myself, self guided and without any distractions. Only my thoughts keep me company. Everyone knows that exercise makes one feel better,…
Day Two on the Wall – walking to the Robin Hood Inn
As the morning rain lets up, I leave the Keelman lodge feeling stiff and sore, but in good spirits. I head out onto the Hadrian’s Wall path, and find that the asphalt has turned into dirt, which my feet are truly thankful for. The river Tyne is beautiful in the morning light. A World War…
Day One on the Wall – walking to Keelman’s Lodge
As I was sitting in the hotel lobby waiting to check in to my Edinburgh hotel the previous day, a couple from New York makes friendly conversation with me. As I tell them my reason for being here in the United Kingdom, the lady asks me if I’m going on a Spiritual Journey. “I hadn’t…
Tynemouth & No. 61
I don’t sleep well on my first night in Edinburgh. The prior long travel day combined with my apprehension of my upcoming walk make for a restless night. Today I need to catch the train south for a couple of hours, exit and try and find the right metro to the town of Tynemouth and…
The beginning….my arrival into Edinburgh
Where to begin with this story….it all started back in the summer of 2018. Never Ending Footsteps is a travel blogger that I have been following for years. Lauren writes about how she and her boyfriend planned on walking Hadrians Wall, but she injured herself after only a couple days on the trail and had…