Hiking 36
A Mourne Trio
A beautiful day in the Mourne Mountains. Three peaks and Magnificent views. John shares his thoughts on an energising day in the Mourne's with Spud.
Slievenamaddy camp
We made our way up the track, the looming mountains ahead of us pin sharp in the clear morning light, the bright sun in the azure sky bathing the valley in its golden light. It felt good to be alive! Due to family and work commitments, I had been unable to get out for my […]
Video: 2013 – HikersBlog Year in review
2013 was HikersBlog’s first year – and what a busy year it was. This video shows scenes from climbing, the Sliabh Beagh Way, The Lecale Way and other great hikes. Here’s to 2014 – another year rarely indoors!
Ultralight Musings
Somewhere along the 18th mile of Rome Marathon the sensation of defeat hit me like a left hook to the jaw. What’s more this shot hit me in the Soul: down where it counts. Where it’s tricky to get at and fight back. Despite battling on and completing the Marathon, the source of the defeat […]
A weekend of rain, rain and more rain.
It was wet, very wet, and it was only getting wetter. The rain was pouring down and it was forecast to do so all weekend. We had made the long journey to Rostrevor on Friday afternoon and arrived in darkness. The rain was showing its effects in the local rivers as we soon noticed when […]
Ben Crom Exploration
The weather was looking good, it was a bank holiday weekend, that could only mean one thing: it was time to go camping. We packed our kit and enough food to do us for a night and a day, and traveled to Newcastle Co. Down, our usual starting point to the Mourne Mountains. We met […]
Rusty on the Camino
They say everyone walks the Camino De Santiago in Spain for their own reasons. A year after the trip I still search for those reasons for walking and am still looking forward to returning to do the Camino again. Travelling to Santiago De Compostella is easy enough: just takes a little bit of time. Myself […]
Mourne Way in a day
The view of the track in front of me blurred, as one or more of the rivulets of sweat streaming down my face, mixed with what was left of the factor 30, found its way into my eyes. The stinging necessitated a quick pit stop and a fumble for something, anything, to wipe my face, […]
