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SimonWicart went for a hike
September 22, 2024 at 07:00
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November 12, 2024
"I sometimes go through these exquisite moments when enthusiasm takes over me and my feeling of privilege crushes all others. Despite a short night shaken by the vehement cries of the wind, I wake up in a sunbath, nestled in a landscape that I dream of as eternal."
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SimonWicart went for a hike
September 21, 2024 at 07:30
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November 12, 2024
"The late awakening occurs only thanks to the sun licking the tent canvas. Surprised by this prompt blanket of heat, I check my watch: the hands indicate 9 hours past 30 minutes. Sleep responds to a relative problem that depends only on its environment. In the land of dreams, the mountains are the most
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SimonWicart went for a hike
September 20, 2024 at 07:00
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November 12, 2024
"Third day on the Isle of Skye and the first signs of a deep fatigue emerge on the surface like a fish slowly rising from the depths towards the light. In the bothy, the beds are stacked bunks of relatively soft wood. I add to that the snoring of the nine hikers who have reached there, certainly louder
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SimonWicart went for a hike
September 19, 2024 at 07:00
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November 12, 2024
"Franck and I had heard only too vaguely about this hell. Shortly before our departure, I met Marguerite, a friend of Franck who warned of the moral disaster caused by the self-denial of midges ready to do anything to feed on blood. These tiny flies, endemic to Scotland, are barely bigger than a grain
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SimonWicart went for a hike
September 18, 2024 at 15:15
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November 12, 2024
"The story begins aboard a car, a mouse-grey Peugeot 406 estate, a diesel model from 2002, with worn seats impregnated with a slight smell yellowed by cold tobacco. Franck and I scour the roads of northern Scotland, heading for the Highlands. On our right, Loch Ness forms a massive expanse of water
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SimonWicart went for a hike
July 26, 2024 at 07:00
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August 29, 2024
Last wake-up call for a last day. The ticks never end. I exceed the ten bite mark and record a total of 18 by the end of the stay. On the outskirts of Brocéliande, the landscape takes on new, more flared hues, of an altered density. I write in my notebook:
"I head slowly towards the Wolf Room. The groves
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SimonWicart went for a hike
July 25, 2024 at 07:00
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August 29, 2024
I have lost count of the number of ticks that cling mercilessly to the warm, humid and intimate parts of my body, battered by these few days of walking. When I wake up, I am surprised by this pile of creatures that swarm without flinching. I relate:
"A wild boar visited me during the night and I am installed
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SimonWicart went for a hike
July 24, 2024 at 07:00
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August 29, 2024
I now blend into the legends that adorn Brocéliande. Within reach, dreams light up and waking up in the middle of the forest is always hard to find better. Very quickly, I take the paths that crisscross the hills towards the castle that the Bretons consider the most haunted in the region. I write:
"At
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SimonWicart went for a hike
July 23, 2024 at 07:00
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August 29, 2024
The rain hasn’t really stopped, or the humidity in the air is soaking the journey. Shortly after waking up, I cut across the path and my shoes, prey to the fiercely tall grass, absorb the tears of the sky wiped away the day before.
I decide to stop, which “is said to be one of the gateways to the Broc
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SimonWicart went for a hike
July 22, 2024 at 07:00
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August 29, 2024
The night was restful, enough to forget my weekend excesses. In my notebook, I sketch the first words of the day:
"A doe wakes me up this morning. In the undergrowth, she is like an angel descended from heaven. Her high rump flows over a curved back. Her furtive head casts wild glances toward the depths
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SimonWicart went for a hike
July 21, 2024 at 15:00
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August 29, 2024
The journey officially starts from the city centre of Rennes. I have just had a lively weekend, a beautiful story of old friends who meet up over hoppy drinks to tell the world. And I write:
“My temples are beating vehemently. I can hardly believe that I am going to spend a week in the forest. On the
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SimonWicart went for a hike
March 20, 2024 at 09:00
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November 19, 2024
"The waters had risen and my pebble took on the appearance of a Noah's Ark, an unshakeable refuge from which the continent looked like an indistinct glow. The sky shone beautifully and the rare clouds that frayed like old balls of wool announced a radiant day. I went round in circles on my islet, without
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SimonWicart went for a hike
March 12, 2024 at 09:00
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November 19, 2024
"Mistreated by the repetitive showers, Saint-Brieuc tastes insipid. I get lost in its old town, victim of an all-car regime that sucks the shops towards a suburb transformed into a huge business park. The half-timbered houses, the cut stone, the Gothic face of the cathedral, I struggle to find in this
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SimonWicart went for a hike
March 4, 2024 at 09:00
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November 19, 2024
"The wonder provoked by the Pink Granite Coast does not prevent fear. The storm blows redundant anxieties. Hailstorms, deafening thunder, fearsome downpours, meager clearings, I walk with my gaze obsessed by the horizon, symbolizing the hope of milder weather. Each step forward brings us closer to March
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November 12, 2024
"I wake up at the top of the Storr in a cool, sticky bath of humidity. In my sleeping bag, the meat trembles like this poor beast at the announcement of a sinister decision. When I open the tent, the tide has caught up with me. The fog responds with an exaggerated density. I am a blind man in the kingdom
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