The first time I stumbled across Hampton Court Palace was following a move to Kingston. A Sunday afternoon riverside stroll revealed one of the most jaw-dropping sights I’d ever witnessed. The Palace’s endless manicured grounds and imposing turrets and towers immediately captivated me. But, I’m ashamed to say it’s taken me more than 20 years to step inside.
Jumping on the tube at 7.00am on a Saturday morning, my well-worn commute to St Pancras station has the horrible familiarity of a work morning. With less than two months to go until my Atlas Mountain trek, Saturday morning lie-ins are now a thing of the past as I cram in as many weekend hikes as possible. Avoiding eye contact with my adjacent office, I join my bleary-eyed hiking chums as we’re whisked off to embark on a day on the White Cliffs coastal walk.
Dover to Deal walk