Somewhere Slowly

Hi and welcome to my little travel and camino blog! I only update it sporadically, when I am planning or am on or have just come home from some form of adventure, when I have something new to tell. Other than that I live a pretty quiet life, working from home, reading a lot and cooking food from the places I have been to keep the memories of my walks alive.

Why the nickname? Nidaros is the old name for Trondheim, my home town, an old pilgrim city at the end of St Olav’s Way in Norway. Its symbol is a rose, hence Nidarosa.

I started my long walks by doing the Camino Ingles, from Ferrol in the north-west of Spain, to Santiago in 2009. It confirmed that I had some of the kit and most of the attitude right, and I have been refining both ever since.

I then walked a portion of the Caminho Portugues from Tui in 2010, before struggling to find the time, money and company to walk the Camino Frances from St Jean Pied de Port to Santiago in August to October 2012. Though I started in company I walked on my own from Sahagun, though never really alone.

But the Post-Camino Blues hit again and I went back to Astorga in September 2014, to walk my favourite part in Galicia.

… and then I did the same bit again in March 2015 for my honeymoon!

… and since a good thing can not be repeated to often, I have kept going back there again in September every year until covid struck. What can I say? I just love Galicia, and September!

I have also started from St Jean again a few times and explored other walks with my now camino hooked husband, and I plan to try some of the other routes too, like the Caminho Portugues coastal route from Lisbon, or some of the French ones connecting to the Francés … and I want to continue slowly and stealthily surrounding the Welsh by following the Welsh Coast Path along the coastline and border.

And I still hope to finish my walk on the Norwegian pilgrim path from Oslo to my hometown Trondheim, which I started in May 2018. Coming home a pilgrim is something I have dreamt of since I was a teenager, but sadly we were beaten by a heatwave that spring – we both had symptoms of heatstroke, it was difficult finding and carrying enough water, and we would have had to slow down, meaning we wouldn’t have reached the 0 km mark in the time we had available … so we decided with a heavy heart to leave it for another time.

The best cure for a broken hiking heart is of course another walk, so until then, I just keep walking. If you have any questions or comments, feel free to get in touch with me, and buen camino!