It all started as what had become a fairly routine morning in our lives- get up early, hop the train to Manchester Int’l Airport, and board a Lufthansa flight bound for Serbia.
How many times had we done this over the past few years…a dozen times or so? We knew the drill. Manchester to Frankfurt, or Munich, or Vienna, and then on to Belgrade. But this time was very, very different.
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The H.I.K.E…. it looked like this….Six days…the width of England…about 90 miles/150 km. Something neither of us had ever attempted. Armed with hydration packs, bananas, a guide book, and the knowledge we just needed to keep going west…we started.

