After realising that we hadn’t seen enough of the UK to make a fair overall judgement, our last two weeks was spent exploring the country areas. The adventure in Gerard was calling and so a three day, 100km trek was quickly put together taking in part of the Great South West Walk from Weymouth to Exmouth. With tent, camping gear, food, boiler and the trusty compass packed it was time for some ‘individual pursuits.’ The walk was tough to say the least and thank god for Ipods and Ministry of Sound is all I can say. Pumping through gale force winds and showers on the first day from West Fleet to Lyme Regis was a tough welcoming. This 50km stretch took in some delightful scenery including the longest sandbank I’ve ever seen in Chesil Beach – it never seemed to end! The variety of the terrains of the walk, scenery of the Jurassic Coast cliffs and fresh seafood experience (especially the Lyme Bay crab) was glorious.
The second and third days took in about 25km on each day but proved to be more challenging due to the constant changes in altitude. I’ll tell you what, everything just works out. I was one hill from defeat at 6.30pm when the sun was setting, 25kg on my back was feeling like I was carrying a horse and I didn’t have a campsite in sight. It was looking like a night of sleeping it rough! Darryn to the rescue. A fellow walking his dog tells me to take his lead and after a good yarn leads me to a remote caravan park. It gets better. After setting up the tent (fairly shattered by now) an old fellow, Charlie, comes over with the offer of a cup of tea (‘because it looks like you could do with one’). I will be forever grateful for the Earl of Grey. After a morning trek through some jungle like conditions out of Sidmouth, the last day was a day of much the same, great scenery, great food and lots of ‘holiday parks.’ I don’t know how you can holiday in a park with 1000 other fellow Chavs but each to their own. I suppose the lovely beaches get them through.....Oops. All in all it was a great challenge and a very worthwhile expedition.
The expeditions didn’t stop here though. As we’d already conquered Wales’ highest peak, Mt. Snowdon, it was time to do England’s highest peak, Scafell Pyke (this leaves Ben Nevis but we know we’ll be back to Scotland!). Scafell Pyke lies in the Lake District of England and has some of the best mountains and lakes in the UK in addition to little villages. The pictures tell our story!
