The Dispatches

#004 — Night Coaches, Lessons Learned, and the North Sea Compass

Bristol Bus Station, UK

The journey has officially begun. I know, I said I’d be walking, but the road is a fickle mistress, and sometimes you have to play by its rules before you can set your own. To get to the real starting line of this 2,700-mile monster, I’ve traded my boots for a seat on a series of late-night coaches. It’s a zigzag across the gut of England: Cardiff to Bristol, Bristol to Birmingham, and finally, Birmingham to Coventry.

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The Dispatches

#003 — The Courier, the Coast, and the Strategy of Survival

Cardiff, Wales

This is my final dispatch from Cardiff. The air in the pub feels different today—heavier, or maybe it’s just the weight of what’s coming. In forty-eight hours, I’ll be trading this wooden bench for the gravel and salt of the open trail. I am heading out to claim something that hasn’t been claimed before: the full length of the King Charles III England Coast Path, which was officially completed and opened in its entirety just three days ago.

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The Dispatches

#002 — The Blue Saint and the 2700-Mile Itch

Cardiff Bay, Wales

Not much has changed since my last dispatch, yet everything is shifting. You know that feeling? When the air finally loses its winter bite and the sun starts to actually warm the skin instead of just mocking you from behind a cloud. Yesterday, I spent the afternoon at Cardiff Wharf. I found a decent bench, cracked open a cider, and just watched the water.

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