I took a lazy day on the day I entered Carmarthen. I'd walked hard the previous day, nervous of arriving at a bookshop appearance with low energy and the full sweat of a hard days walk dripping from my breathless red face. I'd picked a likely copse on the map, which...

I've always shied away from writing kit lists, mainly because I feel strange about giving recommendations when I'm not sure that what I'm using is the best out there. I wouldn't call myself much of a gear enthusiast (although now I'm editing this blog, I've realised I...

I left Kalinovik with a rucksack bulging with food. Unfortunately though, it wasn't the right kind of food, nor was it enough for the six day journey that lay ahead.  I'd been spoilt in Kalinovik by a friendly couple, customers of the shabby bar that kept rooms...