11 of the UK’s finest wild locations – chosen by outside specialists | Travel

Glen Coe, the Highlands

Exploring Britain and appreciating the charms of its unimaginable panorama wasn’t all the time a high precedence for me. Like many, I ignored what was on the doorstep as I rushed overseas. Which is nothing new. Celia Fiennes, an early pioneer of the Great British highway journey, argued within the 17th century that we should always all get out extra and discover our homeland to “cure the evil Itch of overvalueing fforeign parts”.

Her phrases ring more true now than ever. In my case, it took a visit to the opposite aspect of the planet to jolt me out of my complacency. Back from New Zealand, raving about its surroundings, I used to be swiftly put in my place by a good friend: “Haven’t you been to the Highlands of Scotland?”

I hadn’t. But since then, I’ve been making up for lost time. Glen Coe, one Britain’s most dramatic landscapes, is widespread, being solely 30 minutes from Fort William nevertheless it’s large enough to really feel correctly wild, with empty Rannoch Moor offering a suitably contrasting backdrop to the mountains. Some buddies and I just lately loved an evening’s bivvy on the high of Buachaille Etive Mòr, the enduring mountain, however not with out incident.

A big fowl, presumably in league with Satan, tore into our meals provides whereas backs had been turned after which cackled at us all the best way down the hill the following day. An unimaginable place for an evening’s sleep however take into account bringing a scarecrow.
Humphrey Butler, writer of the Joyously Busy Great British Adventure Map (£14.99,

Littondale, Yorkshire Dales

Bridge over the river Wharfe at Yockenthwaite within the Yorkshire Dales Photograph: Andrew Fletcher/Alamy

The Yorkshire Dales are a traditional instance of the 95% rule: 95% of the individuals are in 1% to 2% of the locations. This implies that past the primary dales, you possibly can stroll on a Saturday in August and hardly see anybody. Littondale and Langstrothdale are two of those quieter aspect dales, and there’s an exquisite round stroll between them following an outdated drover’s observe over the shoulder of Birks Fell. People don’t affiliate Yorkshire with mountains however the Dales have 30 peaks of over 610 metres (2,000ft, the official designation of a mountain, within the UK no less than) and Birks Fell is considered one of them. The surroundings is traditional dales: limestone outcrops and pavements, and dry stone partitions, however there’s hardly ever anybody there; all you hear are the skylarks and curlews. This is the primary stroll I take into account taking folks on due to the sense of isolation. It’s pure wilderness.
Jonathan Smith, mountain information, founding father of and creator of The Dales 30, Where2Walk publishing, £eight.99

Duck’s Pool, Dartmoor

Duck's Pool Dartmoor National Park, Hayne Down, Sunrise over hilly landscape with mossy rocks in foreground

Photograph: Sebastian Wasek/Getty Images

While northern Dartmoor is gorgeous and hilly, the south is huge open moorland with nobody round, and Duck’s Pool is considered one of its remotest elements. We name it the Bermuda Triangle as a result of quite a lot of Duke of Edinburgh teams are likely to get lost there – it’s featureless, boggy and typically misty, so might be disorientating and a bit scary. It’s not for the fainthearted and you might want to know find out how to navigate, however the solitude and sweetness make it an exquisite place – you possibly can stroll for a number of hours throughout open terrain.

For me, it’s actual Dartmoor, the excessive moorland that solely hardier walkers see. It is the location of one of many first “letterboxes”. Letterboxing is a pastime relationship again to the 19th century, the place walkers comply with clues and doc their expertise by stamping a customer’s ebook stored in a “letterbox”. This letterbox can be the location of a memorial stone for William Crossing, who wrote Crossing’s Guide to Dartmoor.
John Diplock, director Dartmoor-based exercise operator Spirit of Adventure

Mam Nick, Peak District

Mam Nick Road, Mam Tor, Castleton, Derbyshire, Winding road through peaks

Photograph: James Grant/Alamy

Mam Nick is the highway that climbs steeply from Edale to Mam Tor, deep throughout the Peak District nationwide park. The highway appears fairly easy in biking phrases however as soon as the overhanging timber disappear, the highway swings lefts over the Noe river and kicks up twice, hardly providing you with probability to understand the spectacular views of the valley in the direction of Win Hill. As the highway snakes round, there are nice views of Back Tor, Lord’s Seat and Kinder Scout behind you, should you care to cease for a breather.

I first found this route on my bike in 2009 and was stunned how quiet it was in contrast with the hum of vacationers and visitors at better-known Peak District points of interest. The highway is quiet all through the week, and used primarily by ramblers and walkers at weekends. The solely sound is the occasional name of a pink kite or buzzard. Perhaps it’s because you gained’t discover it written on a map – solely locals name it Mam Nick.

It is likely one of the hardest biking climbs and, in the wrong way, one of the exhilarating descents in Derbyshire, on what’s left of the deserted Shivering Mountain (Mam Tor) highway and the hair-raisingly steep Winnats Pass. Both roads boast wonderful views again in the direction of the Hope valley.
Thom Barnett, founding father of Sheffield-based clothes company Mamnick

Gwenffrwd–Dinas reserve, Carmarthenshire

The ancient Woodland of Gwenffrwd-Dinas RSPB reserve

Photograph: David Boag/Alamy

From the beginning of the drive from Llandovery (the closest city, 10 miles away), you sense that you simply’re delving deep into the rugged coronary heart of the Cambrian mountains, a really undiscovered gem of Carmarthenshire. Gwenffrwd–Dinas is an RSPB reserve, set as much as defend the habitat of this historical Atlantic oak woodland. It covers 600 hectares and is finest skilled on a round stroll over a few hours.

Initially, the path runs alongside the still-infant Towy river, which, even within the driest season, roars throughout the rocks by means of the gorge from its supply at Llyn Brianne because it cuts by means of the magical oak and alder woodland. Use the steps reduce out of boulders to tackle the problem of discovering the well-hidden cave of Twm Siôn Cati (the Welsh highwayman). The feeling of tranquillity and isolation is spectacular, as pink kites, pied flycatchers and tree pipits soar overhead. My favorite time in Dinas is May, when bluebells solid a violet haze over the valley.
Alan Warner, countryside ranger

The Northern Fells, Lake District

Skiddaw from Barrow Bay, Derwentwater, near Keswick, UK.

Skiddaw from Barrow Bay. Photograph: Mike Kipling Photography / Alamy

The Lakeland panorama might be divided into 4 elements, every feeling and searching fairly completely different. The east shifts from scoured fells to woody limestone crags. The south-west is spacious, wild-valleyed and ignored by the scowling buttresses of England’s highest mountains. The north-west is all jumbled, knuckled hills plunging to lake-floored vales. Then there’s the far north. There aren’t any lakes right here. No roads. Here the fells swoop and bulge, wanting extra Scottish than English. Unbroken by the gapes of crags, it’s Arctic-esque within the snow, pristine white rolling into white.

You can lose your self in 100 sq km or so. It is rampart-edged and slashed by valleys, with a excessive central preserve. Caught throughout the encircling noose of roads are acquainted fells – Skiddaw, Blencathra – and odd, unfamiliar names: Dead Crags, Thief Gill, Trusmadoor. It’s not impenetrable: the Cumbria Way splits on the best way in, working round its centre like a moat. There’s even a bothy, in superior isolation. I’d inform you the place however no explorer needs instructions.

Hesket Newmarket lies to the north, a stone village with the Old Crown pub serving beers named after the native fells: Brim Fell, Old Carrock, High Pike.

You couldn’t name any a part of the Lakes a wilderness in itself. But by night time, underneath cloud, or in winter, that is as wild a spot as you’ll discover.
Simon Ingram, editor of Trail journal

Mill Bay, Cornwall

Sea Thrift growing on the clifftop at Nanjizal, Cornwall

Photograph: Helen Dixon/Alamy

Land’s End is likely one of the busiest locations in Cornwall. Yet only a mile to the south alongside the South West Coast Path, and two miles north of widespread Porthgwarra, is a bay of towering cliffs and caves that has two names: Nanjizal and Mill Bay. I really like exploring this one-mile stretch of heathland and disused copper-mining shafts, alongside a primarily vertiginous footpath between two craggy granite promontories. These headlands are referred to as Carn les Boel and Carn Boel, and the latter is my favorite, with remnants of an iron age settlement.

Here I might be alone and observe seals, seabirds and peregrines rearing their younger. On a transparent day in May, you’re immersed in yellow gorse, orange lichen, aquamarine sea and the sunshine and darkish browns of granite glinting with feldspar. I usually convey my strolling friends to this bay, the place we sit up excessive, on one aspect or the opposite of Carn les Boel, relying on the wind course, watching the breaking waves with the sound reverberating across the bay. On excessive low tides, a walkable sand bar seems.
Paul Simmons, founding father of

The Sperrins, Northern Ireland

Peat bog, Sperrin Mountains, Northern Ireland

Photograph: Alamy

Sprawled throughout the counties of Derry and Tyrone, the Sperrins are Ulster’s wildest land. The thickest sheets of the final ice age scoured these mountains into clean undulations that banner the skyline. But don’t be fooled by light curves – the Sperrins’ coronary heart is vastly bleak.

Begin by following my favorite highway by means of the foothills to Banagher Glen’s historical forest of oak and ash. Here, having evaded St Patrick’s banishment, Ireland’s final serpent lurks in a pool swollen by the Altnaheglish and Glenedra burns. Climbing, the forest thins to mountain bathroom stretching throughout the uplands. The view pans to the Foyle Estuary. From Sawel, the very best peak within the vary, you possibly can gaze east all the best way to the Mournes, and to Binevenagh on the north coast.

Then flip round. There’s an aching wilderness of montane heath loping to the inside. With hovering buzzards to information you, trek the lengths of eskers skirting peat-dark tarns and swimming pools. If tough floor speckled with summer time’s bathroom cotton retains your eyes lowered, you’ll spy cloudberry and sundew among the many coarse grasses and heather. But meadow pipit and wheatear will draw your gaze skyward to the place a peregrine may slice it.

Or you’ll stumble into the neolithic. Monuments, like Clogherny Wedge Tomb, cued by boulder erratics, litter the moorland with standing stones and circles. Heading west, previous the Mullaghs, outdated bathroom roads descend to the glacial valleys of Glenelly and Owenkillew patchworked by gorse-seared hill-farms. Further pockets of forest shelter pink squirrel and pine marten. As ravens acrobat within the wind, you may fancy you hear the howls of one of many final Irish wolves: mac tíre – aptly the son of the nation – nonetheless haunting his tundral area.
Mary Montague, poet and creator of Tribe (Dedalus Press, £9)

Handa island, north-west Scotland

Puffins on Handa Island, Scourie, Sutherland, Scotland

Photograph: Angus Alexander Chisholm / Alamy

If you need wild and distant, head to Handa, off the Sutherland coast. It’s not removed from the North Coast 500 route, which is attracting rising numbers of tourists, however as an island we’re one of the remoted spots alongside this shoreline. We look out of our bothy on to nothing, simply mountains. Handa was final inhabited in 1847, when the islanders had been relocated to Nova Scotia (voluntarily). Now it’s an internationally essential breeding website for seabirds, protected by the Scottish Wildlife Trust. Much of the island is surrounded by spectacular sandstone cliffs, which offer nesting websites for fulmars, kittiwakes, one of many UK’s largest guillemot colonies and 200 pairs of puffins. But on the east aspect, there are pristine seashores and sand dunes. Inland, the boggy moorland is home to the nice skua, or bonxie because it’s recognized right here. Most folks arrive by ferry from Tarbet on the mainland (April-Sept, however it’s attainable to kayak over and wild camp – should you examine with the rangers first.
Craig Nisbet, ranger, Handa island

The Rhinogs, Snowdonia

Bryn Cader Faner, a Bronze Age round cairn which lies to the east of the small hamlet of Talsarnau in the north of Snowdonia’s Rhinog mountains

Photograph: Alamy

Don’t be delay by pictures of individuals and trains chuffing up Snowdon – Snowdonia is considered one of Britain’s biggest wildernesses, second solely to Scotland’s Cairngorms in dimension and vacancy. My favorite half is the northern Rhinogs, the place I lived for a few years, and which has rugged bony peaks, excessive tarns and glimpses of the Irish Sea. is an abundance of bronze age websites linked by a prehistoric observe, just lately christened the Ardudwy Way, that when linked Ireland to Britain through the pure harbours of the coast.

Standing proud like a crown of thorns is Bryn Cader Faner, a spectacular stone circle considered a prince’s burial cairn. From right here, a community of lakes and tarns unfold out and buzzards soar across the lonely granite high of Moel Ysgyfarnogod, or hare mountain. The glacial Cwm Moch valley drives a scar to the north, descending into the precipitous gorge of Llennyrch, amongst a few of best examples of Atlantic rainforest in Europe. Mosses and lichen drape the sessile oaks, bilberries abound and walkers can bathe in a Narnia of waterfalls and swimming pools.
Daniel Start, co-author of Wild Guide to Wales and the Marches (Wild Things Publishing, out 1 May, £16.99)

Bure valley, Norfolk

The gently flowing River Bure meanders through parts of North Norfolk on route to the Norfolk Broads

Photograph: Alamy Stock Photo

Between the gorgeous north Norfolk coast, a stone’s throw to the north, and the commercialised Norfolk Broads to the south, lies the best-kept secret in Norfolk: the Bure valley, with the attractive river Bure meandering by means of it. The clear waters are home to quite a few aquatic creatures, from shoal upon shoals of silvery darting fish to lobster-like crayfish crawling throughout the river mattress. You could spot the iridescent flash of a kingfisher patrolling his “beat” and in quest of his subsequent meal, the unmistakable stream of fizzing bubbles because the elusive otter speeds off into the space, or a Chinese water deer on the river’s edge.

A footpath runs alongside the river for about 9 miles from Aylesham to Coltishall, and the Bure Valley Steam railway roughly follows the identical route, so you possibly can stroll a technique and get the prepare again. Much of the river is privately owned so there are few boats on it, and it’s fairly attainable to canoe for 2 days and never see one other soul. To have that tranquility simply two hours from London is unimaginable.
Mark Wilkinson, proprietor of tour company The Canoe Man

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