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 with 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 went back there again in September the same year. What can I say? I just love Galicia, and September!
I still plan to try some of the other routes too, maybe start from St Jean again with my now camino hooked husband, or do the Caminho Portugues coastal route from Lisbon, or some of the other Spanish ones connecting to the Francés …
I also want to continue slowly and stealthily surrounding the Welsh by following the Welsh Coast Path all around the coastline – Anglesey would be next.
And when I finally found (or rather made) the time and money to walk St Olav’s Way from Oslo to my hometown Trondheim, starting in May 2018, I was very excited! 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 in September 2018, one year to the day after my husband had an accident that stopped his solo camino, we went back together, visited the nurses who had helped him and then left for Santiago and Finisterre hand in hand.
In May 2019 I will be returning to Spain for the eleventh time on another solo albergue camino to top up my zen after a couple of politically turbulent years in my adopted homeland UK.