Towards the end of a three day backpack around the Cheviot Hills last autumn, the vista of broad grassy tops was suddenly interrupted by a deep plunging cleft marked on the map as Hen Hole. A dramatic glaciated gorge with a high waterfall and steep craggy slopes about a mile or so west of The Cheviot summit. The dense gathering of contour lines on the map suggested […]Read more "a night in the hole"
37km over a day and a half In an attempt to save a few hours I drove up to Northumberland after finishing work at 3pm on a Saturday afternoon in early October. The rationale being that I could park up somewhere quiet and sleep in the car and make an early start on Sunday morning. […]Read more "Bottomless bogs and barn owls: A backpack in the Cheviots"