30/07/2026
It’s always a busy time as I prepare my body, my mind & my business to step out into nature for my annual hike (I used to include my family on that list too, but they’re pretty much self-sufficient these days. And one of them is currently surfing his way around the freezing waters of South Africa...both 'eeeek!' and 'yay, Tom!').
I’m heading south this weekend, to walk the Pemberton-Albany section of the Bibbulmun Track, about 20 days on trail.
Yes, it’s mid-winter. Yes, it’s cold & rainy down south. It’s also my favourite time of year to walk; everything is crisp and moist and fresh and I don’t overheat (I’m doing a lot of that these days!). And I have the best gear to make sure I don't freeze (cue new sleeping bag that's rated to -1c, weighs less than 500g & packs down to the size of a half a roll of paper towel!)
‘Why?’, you may ask. (Don’t worry, you’re not the only one).
For me, hiking is my version of a detox...I don’t generally do detoxes that involve restriction & rules and feel harsh to
my body.
But my hiking-detox pares life back to the beautiful basics. My food is ever-so-simple: I’ve been dehydrating various versions of grass-fed mince, vegetables & rice for weeks; there’s 21 serves of organic oats, chia & protein powder ready for breakfast; ryvita, cheese & snow peas for lunch, and there's plenty of dark chocolate, walnuts, medjool dates (the fattest ones I can find) for snacks.
My daily rhythm is simple: make coffee & watch the day emerge from the alcove of my tent. A bit of writing. Then pack up my gear, filter my water for the day, eat breakfast, start walking. All done slowly. A long lunch break (unless it’s raining), then start walking again to the next camp. Set my dehydrated meal to soak & make a hot drink while I set up my tent for the night. Maybe chat to other hikers at camp. Eat dinner, read my book, sleep not long after sunset.
Just this. For days. My body unravels into lightness. I notice more of my surroundings- the different shades of green, the changing light, the smells of the bush, the shenanigans of the birds.
And, without even trying, I've simply let go of the habits that have crept in...the nightly glass of wine, the scrolling on my phone (uggghhh!), the spending way too long worrying about stuff, the forgetting to marvel at the little things, the taking my life for granted. That sort of thing is why.
See you in a few weeks.
C xx