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New Research for Slow Ways Finds 1 in 4 UK Adults Miss Out On Nature Because They Don’t Know Where To Go

Research conducted for us by YouGov reveals that over half (52%) of adults want to discover new walking routes this summer. With the extended summer break ahead, many are keen to  explore the UK’s hidden...

I’m a walk leader who spent 20 years in Essex, and I still never thought of it as a place to walk. How wrong...

Jenn and Mike are MJ Outdoor Adventures, and they walked along Slow Ways from Colchester to Leigh-on-Sea This story is the next in our Trails series. We invited people to apply to assemble a group of friends...

Taking Slow Ways to the next level

On our fifth anniversary, here's founder and CEO Dan Raven-Ellison on why it's time to step up and connect millions more people and places

A tale of two cities: wealth gap neighbourhoods

What is going on when the people at one end of a single route live ten years longer than the people at the other end? Heiba Lamara looks at five Slow Ways that pass...

Walking and not-walking in Marseille

Poet Caleb Parkin reflects on movement and mobility – plus strange intertwinings with the Papal itinerary – in this shuffled deck of moments

How you can become a great philanthropist – in 10,000 steps

There are lots of different ways in which you can become a great philanthropic walker, without investing or fundraising money.

Climate change and crying into my cornflakes

This morning, Radio 4 featured an interview with the former chair of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change. This interview made me cry, with the cereal box still in my hand and my back turned to the kids at the table.

Mending the C-section scars

The caesarean chopped me through the core muscles, felled me like a tree, I felt. The night before I’d been getting myself around the country on public transport, eight months pregnant. I was a mover.