Less than a week after I got home from New Zealand, I was eager to get back out on the trails and my hiking pal Hannah agreed. She is the brains of the whole affair, I have to stress to you, dear readers. A whizz with a compass (we never seem to have a compass) and a map (I must make it clear that I really cannot read maps) she really does all the hiking planning, I just say things like “shall we go this Sunday” and “I’ve got you a coffee, where are you” before we jet off.
Anyway, I got back from NZ and my next holiday was to walk the West Highland Way so we thought we should do some training and set off to walk 16km from Liphook to Haslemere. Here is how good I am, I don’t even know where these places are. Somewhere about an hour outside of London.
Shut up and enjoy the nice pictures.
A nice pine forest. You can’t beat a nice pine forest.
There were lots of nice farms on this walk.
There she is, my hiking queen (our hashtag is #hikingwithdannah if you want to find us on the gram)
(as if you don’t have a hiking hashtag come on friends)
We might have got a bit lost around this point. The map was confusing. I was tired. I wanted my Mum. I think it was around this point that we started to worry about our ability to walk 80km on the West Highland Way (spoiler alert: it was fine)
Oh there you go, we were in Hampshire.
Its quite nice in Hampshire isn’t it.
Oh that’s the end. It was a good one that.