My Long Distance Walks

Every year my annual holiday is spent on the hills, walking one of the UK’s long distance paths. Not for me the luxury hotels of the Algarve or skiing in Switzerland, no, I much prefer to battle my way across desolate moorland, often into a hurricane force head wind, or crossing streams swollen with the previous 3 weeks rain. But seriously, I tend to walk in late April, early May which offers some of the most consistently dry weather we have in this country.