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Dedicated to adventures beyond the front door, The Winding Trail is where we venture out onto trails both far from home and down the road in search of stories, hidden places and time outdoors. Scroll down for all our most recent posts...

Above the treetops – the Beelitz Sanatorium

The metal staircase starts at the bottom of the tower, and with each step we were climbing ever closer to the top of the trees. We were in the grounds of the old Beelitz Heilstätten, a sanatorium set among the pine forests south of Berlin. Looking up we could see the walkway stretching out from… Continue reading Above the treetops – the Beelitz Sanatorium

The Fajãs of São Jorge – Azores

The islands seemed to rise straight up out of the ocean. It appeared through the tiny windows of the propeller plane like a long green dragon resting in the turbulent waters. Conical peaks were strung out along the central ridge and the cliffs seemed to fall vertically down into the Atlantic. We circled one end… Continue reading The Fajãs of São Jorge – Azores

A place like no other – the Schrammsteine of Saxon Switzerland

It was Friday evening when we caught the train from Berlin’s Hauptbahnhof. Two dads, two daughters, heading south beyond Dresden and towards the Czech border, climbing down from the train in darkness on the banks of the Elbe. Across the river from the station, the lights of Bad Schandau shone against the dark hills that… Continue reading A place like no other – the Schrammsteine of Saxon Switzerland

Postcard from The Winding Trail 04: Vienna

We've just this minute sent out our latest Postcard from The Winding Trail, our irregular email newsletter which includes original stories from our travels – this time around from the Danube Island in Vienna – as well as a round-up of everything we've been up to here on the site and a collection of things… Continue reading Postcard from The Winding Trail 04: Vienna

Along the Semmering Railway

It was our good friend Nicky who gave us the idea. ‘If you’re already taking the night train to Vienna,’ she said, ‘then might I suggest you book tickets to Graz? The price will be the same and you’ll get to spend the morning following the Semmering Railway through the mountains. You can always have… Continue reading Along the Semmering Railway

Following the Leadmining Trail – Grassington

There are certain landscapes that seem to belong to a certain place. Even an uncaptioned photograph takes you there. They are filled with memories, filled with stories, both your own and those only heard and read. They are the landscapes that you miss when you are away. They are the place that you remember, along… Continue reading Following the Leadmining Trail – Grassington

Our lake – Tegel, Berlin

From the street, which runs in a straight line through the Jungfernheide forest in the north of Berlin, circling around the old Tegel airfield, it is a short walk through the trees to the lake. The path, which follows the water’s edge from the Greenwich Promenade south towards Saatwinkel and Spandau, passes by sailing and… Continue reading Our lake – Tegel, Berlin

On the Night Train

There is something special about travelling through the night by train. The feeling of movement in the darkness. The twinkle of lights in unknowable towns and villages. The melancholy reflection of a subdued carriage in the window. The promise that comes with stepping onto the train from a platform in one country and stepping down,… Continue reading On the Night Train

Along the Narcissus Path – Les Avants

It was a walk planned around train lines and train timetables. There was no real destination in mind, no peak to climb or pass to cross. All we had seen was a photograph. A little red train clinging to the mountainside. Hauled up from one village to the next by a series of cables for… Continue reading Along the Narcissus Path – Les Avants

Out of Sight – Hiddensee

The ferry had been sailing for more than an hour before the island came into sight. Ever since we’d left the harbour at Stralsund we’d been looking out for it. We knew it was there, across the straits and between the headlands of Rügen island on one side and the mainland of Germany on the… Continue reading Out of Sight – Hiddensee