Days 9 to 11 brought endless rain, soggy shoes, and unexpected kindness. From trudging along the tarmac estuary path to rescuing my feet with a £25 pair of waterproof shoes in Barnstaple, it was a lesson in grit. The grey skies followed me to Bideford, where a warm B&B and a kind host offered much-needed comfort. Finally reaching Westward Ho!, with dry clothes and lifted spirits, reminded me that even the bleakest stretches have their own quiet beauty.

After days of pain, doubt, and a slowly healing ankle, I limped my way through wild coastline, busy beaches, overgrown paths, and winding roads—finally reaching Braunton. A chance encounter at magical St Anne’s Church gifted me the lift I didn’t know I needed, and a message I won’t forget: “Don’t be holier than the Pope.” This journey isn’t about perfection—it’s about finding your own way. And that day, I did.

After a couple of days of work, I was genuinely looking forward to getting back on the trail. The goal today was to aim for Woolacombe,...

I woke up feeling good. The room was filled with natural light, the sound of the sea drifting in from outside, and I felt excited for the...

Today, I woke feeling well-rested and ready to take on the next phase of the South West Coast Path. According to Paddy Dillon’s...

Today was a much easier day, and a welcome break after the intensity of the past two. I woke up and enjoyed a fantastic breakfast at The...

Bossington Hall I woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed—only to check the time and realise it was 2am. Still, I felt revitalised. After...

Staring at the monument in Minehead was surreal. This was the very spot so many before me had begun their journeys—some life-changing,...

Today marked a big moment—I officially left Cornwall to begin my journey toward the start of the South West Coast Path (SWCP) in...