Tag: hiking
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Uncovering The Cheeses: Geology and Exploration on Lundy
A reflective walk on Lundy Island’s west coast, exploring The Cheeses — a dramatic granite landscape shaped by weather, movement, and embodied walking.
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Portrait of an Island: Arrival and First Impressions
A reflective walk on Lundy inspired by A. F. Langham’s The Island of Lundy, comparing past and present landscapes from the Landing Bay.
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Walking Paths on Lundy Island: Routes, Roaming, and Reflection
Walking the paths of Lundy Island reveals a landscape shaped by weather, animals, and repeated footsteps. From historic routes to fading tracks, this post reflects on freedom to roam and how paths echo the journeys we take through life.
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Lundy – A home from a distance
At the moment, I’m on the mainland, in my house on the North Devon coast. It feels odd looking out towards Lundy as from here it’s just a rock out at sea. It is strange as it does not feel like an island I live on! When I am at home on the mainland, I…
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A Walk Through Lundy’s Quarries and a link to Portland, Dorset.
On Summer days, when the sun sits high and clean above Lundy, the island glows. The granite shines, Mica and Feldspar glinting black and white. It is the quality of this Lundy granite that led to the creation of the Lundy Granite Company in 1863. Although there is little sun today at the end of…
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How Wind Shapes Life on Lundy
A North Easterly wind has been blowing over the island this week. It feels that winter has most definitely arrived. The wind here isn’t like wind on the mainland, it feels more dramatic, feeling like a force you negotiate with. In my last blog post, I wrote of fog and how it can bring the…
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Lundy’s Mystical Fog: A Weather Experience
Life on Lundy Island in fog: walking, swimming, delayed travel and historic shipwrecks, showing how weather defines the island experience
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Exploring the Saints Way: A Journey Through History and Faith
A pilgrimage along the Saints way from Padstow to Fowey.
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At the Edge of the World: Lundy and Finisterre
Sitting on the West Coast of Lundy, I often feel I am at the edge of the world. The horizon is wide, the Atlantic rolls out before me in shifting shades of blue, depending on the light. Here on the cliffs’ edgelands, I try to find an escape from an easterly wind. With the sound…