On Hitching a Ride

“Pardon, monseiur, je suis perdu.” “Mi scusi, signore, sono perso.” “Por favor, senor, soy perdida.” I’m not sure how grammatical any of those phrases are in French, Italian or Spanish, but they all mean one thing: I have wandered off the trail and have no idea where...

Scenes from a Walk in the Cotswolds

Barbara and I are spending a week walking from village to village in the Cotswolds. We’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time to write, but we have been snapping photos. So here’s what we’ve been looking at.

Snapping Sheep

This blog post has lots of pictures of sheep. Why? Because my iPhoto file contains hundreds of sheep pictures from hiking in England.                   It’s not that sheep are friendly. They’re not. It’s not that they’re interested in us. They’re not. For every shot...

In the Lake District, Don’t Miss Mirehouse

  It was a rainy day – had been rainy for days – and my friends and I were restless. We’d booked ourselves into B&Bs in Keswick (pronounced, in that English way of dropping consonants, “Kessick”) in the Lake District so we could do some dayhikes. Climbing Cat...

Is There a Self-Guided Walking Trip in Your Future?

  This Dales Way walk Claudia, Judy and I have just completed was organized for us by a British company called Contours. There are a number of companies, most headquartered in the UK, that specialize in what’s called “self-guided walking” trips. You choose a route to...