Journey to Kielder: A Nature Lover's Adventure

First Steps into the Wild

29th December 2025

Just shy of four months into this journey, I packed up the car and set off from Bradford — me, Roxy, Woody, and Billy Bear (my son’s teddy who now joins me on every adventure). The drive up to Kielder was long, scenic, and exactly what I needed. No rush. Just the road, the trees, and that feeling of heading somewhere that matters.

First Stops & Settling In

I’d planned to stay at the Kielder Tavern car park, but when I arrived, the doors were locked and no one answered. So, I parked up and took Roxy to the Minotaur Maze. She got a bit confused at first but figured it out — tail wagging, proud as anything. We wandered up to Kielder Castle next, but it was fenced off for refurbishment. No bother. We made our way to the Stick Man Trail and walked the beginning section as the sun dipped behind the trees. The light was fading fast, but the peace and quiet made it worth every step.

Back at the car, the tavern was still shut. Plan B: Elf Kirk Viewpoint. When I got there, a few other campers were already set up. Roxy, being her usual protective self, wasn’t too keen on the movement around us — barking every time someone stepped out of their van. It was her first time car camping, and she was on full alert.

Steak, Stars & Shifting Plans

I moved again — this time to the car park near the dam wall. I cooked tea for us both (steak, obviously), and as night fell, the clouds cleared. The stars came out in full force. Kielder’s a certified Dark Sky area, and it never disappoints. I’ve been here before, but it always feels like the first time. The sky was unreal.

Before bed, I slid a can of Coke under the car — it was freezing out, and nothing beats an ice-cold drink in the morning. Normally it’s water, but I fancied a Coke. (This’ll matter later.)

I got comfy in the back seat — well, as comfy as you can in a Ford Ka. Roxy took the front. Just as I started to doze off, a van pulled up beside me. Northumberland Water. They told me the car park was closing and I’d have to move. So I packed up again and drove back to Elf Kirk, this time stopping just before the main car park where the other vans were.

I curled up in the front seat this time, zipped into my new OEX Fathom sleeping bag — first time using it, and despite the sub-zero temps, I was sweating. What a bit of kit. Highly recommend it if you’re car camping in winter.

That’s when I realised I’d left the Coke under the car at the last spot. Gutted.

Early Start & A Close Call

I set my alarm for 3:30am but was shattered after the 170+ mile day, so I snoozed until 5:30. Then I headed to Tower Knowe car park — my start point — and made breakfast: sausage slice. Three pieces for me, three for Roxy (plus her biscuits, of course). She had a big day ahead.

We set off at 7:10am, heading toward the dam. As we passed the car park from the night before, I spotted the Coke — still there, ice cold. Straight in the bag.

The walk around Kielder Water was stunning. Long, yes — 10 hours in total — and tough on the feet. Those hard paths take their toll. I had to stop a few times after the 15-mile mark; my back and legs were feeling it.

(Something I don’t talk about much, but it’s part of the journey. And if you’re reading this and you’ve got your own limits — know that it’s okay to pause. To rest. To go at your own pace.)

But not everything was peaceful.

Midway through the walk, a dog broke free from its lead and charged straight at Roxy. It all happened fast — too fast — but instinct kicked in. I managed to block it with my foot just in time. No contact, thankfully, but it was a close call. Roxy was shaken, and so was I. It’s a reminder that even in the most beautiful places, you’ve got to stay switched on.

The Beauty of Nature

There was still so much to see: the famous chairs, the sculptures, the views across the water, the silence between the trees. I took photos all the way round — some of my favourites yet. It was one of those walks that stays with you.

The air was crisp, and the sound of the water lapping against the shore was soothing. I paused often, taking it all in. Nature has a way of grounding you, doesn’t it? It’s like a reset button for the soul. I could feel the weight of the world lifting off my shoulders with every step.

Final Thoughts

If you’re thinking of doing it, I’d say go for it. And from March, the Kielder campsite opens again for the season. I’ve stayed there a few times now — great facilities, peaceful setting, and right in the heart of it all. I’ll definitely be back later this year… and next time, I’m bringing the fishing rod.

Until then — walk well, rest when you need to, and keep your Coke cold.