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I learnt that day along the hiking trails of Edale, that grief weighs lighter when held in community, and lighter still when that community is held in nature

I walk twelve miles a day during lambing, and always lose plenty of weight. I can tell I don’t walk as much as that the rest of the year; I get podgy over Christmas! It’s a mile and a third straight from the bottom of my farm right to the top, but the wiggly route is two miles, then two back. I do that three times a day or even four at the very height of lambing.

An Arthurian Slow Way down the Usk, from Caerleon to Newport, with tree-loving author Matthew Yeomans

Join Vi, a project manager and member of Black Girls Hike as she embarks on a watery wandering in Manchester through her favourite parks.

The thing about utopias is, what gets edited out? Sex Education‘s Wye Valley is transatlantic, post-racial, delightfully queer.

Lifelong Londoner and photographer Michael Shilling sets out to walk six Slow Ways chosen entirely by an ambitious Twitter poll

In walking with others, I am learning more about what walking is and can be in a way I never could alone. We walk to get from one place to another, maybe to get lost, maybe both.

Lucy Keyworth's rough but relaxing canalside ramble, as seen from a lever-propelled off-road wheelchair