This Running Wild expedition was not about as fast as possible, but about as beautiful as possible. That is why I chose trailrunning, on National Trails like the Pennine Way and on no paths at all through the wilderness of Knoydart, Torridon and Wester Ross in the Scottish Highlands.

Of course I had (more than) my fair share of bad weather during this 48 days trailrun experience. You get wet, and often even wetter; you get beaten by wind, and often by storm; you get cold and therefore you always keep on running. There were days of 50 km of only mountains, valleys and rivers before I crossed another road; there were days of meeting not a single person. This all adds. It builds up to the believe that - even it often is far from easy - this is the life you want to live.

My goal (and dream) with this Running Wild expedition was to cross wild mountain places on foot while bivouacing outdoors, 2000 km from the very south to the very north of Great Britain. Experiencing rugged nature doesn't always have to take place in far-away-corners of the earth and doesn't have to cost a fortune.

Dancing on a Devils Staircase is of course a bit tricky. Not because this piece of mountain is so dangerous, but because of its name. And because 2000 km of solo and unsupported trailrunning can become a serious thing. Yet it should not get too serious altogether: my main reason for the whole expedition was meant to have fun in the outdoors, so this little 'dance' I dedicate to the joy of exactly that!

It was my very last evening camping wild during my 48-day trail run of the British Fells End-to-End and this magic evening had it all: the freedom and silence that is why I am out there in the first place.