Days when I couldn't see my hands in front of my face through the fog. Days of rain, stomping through snow, charging at the wind and not really moving forward. Days running from cows, climbing hills, sliding down. Days spent staring out at the sea, whistling at trees,...

When I started my run I worried that I was setting off on a rather lonely journey. I plan on jogging the entire 4500 miles of our rugged and beautiful coastline over the next few winters and, although I enjoy being that lone figure in a landscape and the sense of isola...

My first week home for Christmas was so cosy and sociable, full of food and friends and not once did I want to go back to my running-camping routine. I got home, hung up my kit, stored away my trainers and brushed my hair every single day. I went for one long jog over...

Over 600 miles into this coastal running adventure and it is wonderful to be interviewed by Paul, about my motivations, experiences and tips for the running/camping combo. Happy reading!

 Interview - Going Solo By Paul Huckleberry Everitt. 

Flutter open your eyes. Struggle for briefly against the panic of a tightly coiled sleeping bag before freeing yourself to crawl out… and breath in that fresh sea salt air. Know that today your only task is to move from here to there; to some distant point along this m...

There have been some truly incredible and exhilarating moments on this journey so far where i have felt my eyes deceive me. I have begun to wonder if have been swept up by the majesty of these monumental cliffs and the legends that wrap themselves round them. 

Yesterday...

How much stuff does one need to be self-supported? How much can one carry and still run? Only one way to find out...

This is the second edition of a kit list I published right at the start of my run. Having been running for over two months (and nearly 800 mile...

Released as one they take to flight and flock to pierce the armoured sky.

They call the clouds that darken grey and dapple shade upon your gaze; aloof. 

So this is day one. Only a few miles into the first leg of a 4500 mile running journey and my back aches. My soles hurt as if I’ve been punching them, which I suppose in a way I have, pounding them into the ground one after the other all morning. Now that I’ve sat down...