Connecting to Mother Earth through my bare feet

Connecting with the warm sand and cool Atlantic in the Algarve: Castelo Aljezur & Praia Amoreira on the Fisherman’s Trail

‘Grounding’ or ‘Earthing’ is a therapeutic concept that involves connecting to Mother Earth via our bare feet. This will apparently reconnect our natural magnetic connection to Earth which is lost through shoes, floors, beds and buildings. Which may bring benefits such as a stronger immune system, reduced risk of heart disease and other serious illnesses and as well as improving our mental health.

So on a sunny Saturday afternoon in late March; I decided to test the concept out for myself. Near to where I live is a range of hills known as Wansdyke after a boundary between two ancient tribes. Covered entirely in chalk grassland; these hills seemed like a remote but safe place to reconnect with Mother Nature.


The route

Walking east on the Wansdyke

I parked the car at the start of the driveway to Bridge Farm in the Vale of Pewsey. This is where the road coming north out of the village of All Cannings crosses the Kennet and Avon Canal. There is also a byway opposite; yet be sure to always leave enough room for a tractor to pass by your car.

Leaving the car, I crossed the road and walked west on the byway. Crossing over the Kennet and Avon Canal and then shortly after forking right over fields. Here you will see a modern burial chamber on your left and the hills of Wansdyke in front of you. Cross these fields and then pass to the left of a small group of houses. Here, take care crossing a main road; then begin climbing up on to the hills. Although there are few signposts you can see where people have walked and worn a pathway over the grass. Reaching the ridge of the first hill; you can see the ridgeline running east towards Tan Hill. However, passing over a second stile; I turned west or to the left.


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Reaching the Wansdyke

The grass is lush and green as I passed over a second hilltop and the earthworks of an ancient hillfort. The wind blew strong here so I paused for a moment to breathe in this fresh anodyne like air. I then climbed a taller hill to the Wansdyke ridgeline. From here, I could see far to north over Avebury and Silbury Hill. Continuing north over an open field; until I reached the ancient earthworks of the Wansdyke territorial line. Thought to possibly be a man made boundary between Britons and Anglo Saxons in the Dark Ages after the Romans had left our shores. To find out more about this amazing part of our history; see here: https://www.historic-uk.com/HistoryMagazine/DestinationsUK/Wansdyke/

So turning left, after passing through a gate in a hedgerow. I soon reached a tarmac farm track passing back over the ridgeline towards the south. It is here I tried the barefoot ‘earthing’ for a short distance on the lush green grass. Then I descended back into the Vale of Pewsey on the tarmac road until I passed some barns to the left of the track. After these barns the track turned to the right. Looking across a field on the left to see the byway that would take me back to the start of the walk.

Walking around the perimeter of the field as to not damage the crop and avoid the road. I walked along the byway and past the modern burial chamber. Which is worthy of note when considering where you want to finally sleep: https://www.thelongbarrow.com/. I then walked back over the hump back canal bridge and back to the car.

Looking east over the Vale of Pewsey

My first conscious experience of ‘Earthing’

As I understand the concept; Earthing is reconnecting the magnetic fields created in the human body with Mother Earth beneath our feet. Every thought and muscular movement are created through electrical pulses travelling through muscles and nerves. Furthermore, our modern fast paced lives; have put barriers between us and Earth. Walking over artificial flooring, driving cars with rubber tyres and wearing rubber soled shoes. As well as sleeping on wooden framed beds with foam mattresses.

So by walking barefoot all electro magnetic fields in our bodies are equalized and grounded with Mother Earth.

One of the main advocates for ‘Earthing’ has a website that explains the concept well: https://www.groundology.co.uk/about-grounding. The website states that the Earth is a reservoir of free electrons. By walking barefoot we are able to balance the charge of electron deficient free radicals.

With ‘free radicals’ being: atoms, molecules or ions with at least one unpaired electron. These free radicals come from pollution sources outside of the body and change our cells to balance their unpaired electrons. Which in turn; can cause disease and illnesses such as cancer. It also states that ‘Earthing’ reduces the clumping of red blood cells; which will in turn reduce the risk of heart disease.

Furthermore, there are many modern electrical appliances such as mobile phones. Which give out electromagnetic radiation that disrupt the natural electrical signals in our bodies. By ‘Earthing’ we can dissipate this voltage into the Earth.

Bare foot forward

So I have walked barefoot many times before this day. From being in the garden on a summers day, to strolling on a long beach.. Yet today by focusing on the feelings that were coming from my bare feet. I was definitely more aware of being reconnected or ‘Earthing’ with the solid ground.

Critics state that ‘Earthing’ is nothing more that pseudo-science; with the only research being carried out by people with a vested interest in the holistic industry. The doubters state that no benefits have been proven and ‘Earthing’ may be nothing more than a placebo. Yet whatever the academics believe or can prove; I think what matters is your experience and enjoyment. So try Earthing in your own time and come to your own conclusions.

The compiler earthing on the long green grass of the Wansdyke.

The risks of walking barefoot

The green green grass of home

Although there maybe long term benefits to Earthing, there are also many clear and present dangers to walking barefoot. First of all, there could be hazards such as: broken glass, sharp stones, animal faeces or rusty nails. There is also the unseen risk of contracting the very deadly sepsis through broken skin. Sepsis only needs the tiniest cut to enter the body; so you may not be aware that your skin is broken because of the numbed sensation of walking barefoot.

On this walk, I was lucky to be only stung by stinging nettles (Urtica dioica). Which still gave a fiery but short lasting pain through the thick skin on the soles of my feet. Therefore, I will probably using walking boots to get out into nature and enjoy all its relaxing rhythm. Then when I return to the safety of my grassy garden; I will sit with my bare feet connecting with Mother Earth.


Barefoot forward

A lush grassy path up which I climbed; with the ancient hillfort and Vale of Pewsey beyond.

I will always enjoy and appreciate the feeling of being barefoot. Such as walking into the cool Atlantic waters after a long walk in the Algarve. Castelo Aljezur & Praia Amoreira on the Fisherman’s Trail. Yet, I will always respect and take care of a well made walking boot. Such as my Lomer boots: Lomer Keswick MTX walking boots review. Whilst wearing strong but comfortable walking boots you can walk safely through nature. You can appreciate your surroundings more when you are not looking to each step for sharp objects. For example, I climbed the majestic Posets mountain in the Pyrenees. Which welcomed me with sharp and loose rock at every step. A photo journal of my ascent to the summit of Posets

So, I believe there is a time and a place to appreciate every feeling and thought in yourself and nature. Therefore, I will continue to walk barefoot and reconnect with Mother Earth. Yet only when I can see that my path is safe and sound.

Turning off the byway at the start of the walk. Beyond, you can see the hills of the Wansdyke which I will walk from right to left.

Relax and enjoy today

A short ride up into the quiet Castanesa valley made me realise the importance of relaxing now.
By being relaxed I could appreciate every second of every passing moment in all its simplicity.

A memorial to Pau Donés and the Barrabes valley below.

High in the Spanish Pyrenees lies the Castanesa valley. Relatively untouched by tourism or main roads; a journey into this valley seems to transcend both space and time.

I first heard about this valley when reading a newspaper article about the last remaining shepherd in the valley. Along with his views on the possible construction of a large ski resort by the local government. Whilst studying google maps for a bike route into the valley, I also noticed a memorial to a local folk singer: Pau Donés.

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Escaping to the sky

Onwards and upwards in the Castanesa valley

I began this ride from a gravelled layby just below the village of Noales, on the N260 between the towns of El Pont de Suert and Castejon de Sos. If you are looking for fresh bread for a picnic or a just sweet, after ride treat; why not try the reputable bakery just across the road? Check their Facebook page for opening times: https://www.facebook.com/panesfarredelaigua.

After changing in to more comfortable cycle clothing, I climbed on my bike and took the steep righthand road up through Noales. It seems like you are cycling into the private yard of house in Noales where the cobbled road narrows between the houses. Yet keep cycling and you will soon be out the far side and surrounded by the lush green pastures of this valley.


Steep climb

A smooth climb out of Noales
Hairpin heaven

By chance the road had recently been resurfaced with a smooth layer of tarmac. This meant I did not have to worry about potholes or loose gravel and I just focused on the beautiful countryside views as they opened up, as I climbed away from the valley floor. The road is steep in places; yet I was not afraid to stop and catch my breath.

For a while the road is shaded by trees on either side that afforded me some relief from a hot autumn sun. After a while the road began to level as I left the forest behind me. Soon after I arrived to a T-junction and turned left towards Montanuy. If you want to see a small rural hamlet, turn right and you will soon see Escaner! There is a water fountain just after the junction so be sure to refill your water bottles in hot weather. From here, the road keeps climbing up through pastures until it reaches a ridgeline in the distance. Lookout for a gravel track on your left before a 5.5 tonne weight limit sign. It has a wooden signpost showing Ardanuy is a 1 hour 20 minute walk.

This is the route to take after visiting the nearby memorial to local singer Pau Donés and a viewpoint over the Barrabes valley. So for now, continue on the paved road for approximately 200 metres. Here the road will turn sharply to the left as the Barrabes valley opens up in front of you. At this point, if you look to the right, you will see a viewpoint behind a wooden fence. Stop here and take a moment to see the view of not just the valley but maybe your life too.


Vivir es urgente – ‘Life is urgent’.

A memorial to Pau Donés and beyond the Barrabes valley

Pau Donés was a local singer, songwriter and guitarist from the village of Montanuy which you can see in the Barrabes valley below you. Pau went on to form the Spanish rock band: Jarabe de Palo. You can listen to their songs via the YouTube link below.

In 2015, Pau was diagnosed with colorectal cancer; to which he eventually succumbed on the 9th of June 2020. In the last years of his life he returned to his childhood home of Montanuy to enjoy the fresh air and relaxing mountain valley life. Pau maintained a positive outlook on life until the end, by not being afraid of death and fear. Coming to understand, realise, relax and enjoy this one life that we are all given.

After his death, a T-shirt was designed by his brother Marc to help raise money for a Spanish cancer research organization: CRIS. With over 500,000 euros raised so far, they have been able investigate 53 lines of cancer research and conduct over 300 clinical trials. You can find out more here: https://www.lacamisetadepau.org/#

Printed on the t-shirt is a mantra of Pau’s: ‘Vivir es Urgente‘, or in English: ‘Life is Urgent’, a high priority, it is pressing, it is now!

A plaque to thank the medical staff for their care of Pau Donés

The road less travelled

A road less travelled through the foothills of the Pyrenees

After taking a while to consider the risks of cancer and my mortality; I retraced my steps and turned right onto the gravelled path. The valley views to my left soon cheered me up and I appreciated the natural beauty that surrounded me. I never met another soul on this path; so I soon saw it as an allegory to life. I may meet people along the way; yet they may be going in the opposite direction. Nature on the other hand and its raw simple beauty will always accompany me. So I realised that appreciating just being in nature, being in the moment; is as a relaxed view of this life that I can ever hope to see.

A not so lonely path surrounded by the beauty of Mother Nature

Into the Castanesa valley

I followed the path for approximately three miles before arriving at tarmac road worn and cracked by the extremes of the mountain weather. Turning right and uphill, I steadily gained height towards the hamlet of Castanesa. With records of habitation dating back to 1015 and a twelfth century church, this small cluster of houses is a great example of mountain life that has lasted almost unchanged for hundreds of years.

There is of course all the modern amenities and a restaurant and hostelry too: https://cadegraus.com/. Yet it gave me the impression of a more relaxed life of yesteryear. The Catalans can keep the hustle and bustle of Barcelona for themselves and the beaches of Benidorm are for the British not related to me. The natural slow pace of mountain life seems natural to the rhythm of both heart and soul.

“…I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less travelled by,

And that has made all the difference.”

– ‘The Road Not Taken’ by Robert Frost


The last shepherd and the uncontrolled future

Fonchanina and the upper Castanesa valley

Continuing on, the road cuts a path through a bare rock slope. Then rounding a corner by a conveniently placed bench; the upper Castanesa valley now opens up before you. The road then descends again to reach another small hamlet called Fonchanina. The last shepherd in the valley lives here, which I read about in a very interesting article in the Spanish newspaper El Diario: https://www.eldiario.es/ballenablanca/crisis_climatica/ampliacion-cerler-ultimo-habitante-fonchanina-planta-cara-esqui_1_6743808.html

As children born in the valley left to find work and experience the wider world and the elder generations have passed on; these high villages have been gradually depopulating over the last 40 years. However, a new form of resident has occurred in the form of rich Barcelonans and Madrilenos buying second homes here, to stay for just a few weeks a year. Furthermore, the ski resort of Cerler in the next valley, is part owned by the regional government and a bank. With the sole purpose of making more money from ski tourists and the construction of any new holiday homes and hotels; they have decided to extend the chairlifts and ski area into the he upper reaches of this valley.

In the article above, the shepherd Rafael Casal explains that the access road to the upper valley is blocked almost every winter by rockfall. In addition, the slopes in this valley are mainly south facing; so any snow will soon melt under the skis. Yet, others residents further down the valley welcome the thought of year round employment and new life in these now dormant villages.


The present day

As of March 2023 a chairlift has been built to connect the adjacent Basibe valley to the neighbouring Cerler ski area. With the tall support pylons a now permanent fixture on these once virginal pastures: https://www.heraldo.es/noticias/aragon/huesca/2021/10/24/cerler-completa-las-obras-del-telesilla-a-castanesa-en-su-primera-ampliacion-en-22-anos-1528502.html

However, no connecting road has yet been built up the Castanesa valley from Fonchanina. So come and enjoy this wilderness before the views and pace of life change forever.

The untouched upper Castanesa valley.

Bear country

Another issue worthy of note is the introduction of brown bears into the Pyrenees by the French government. They claim bears are an essential part of biodiversity as an apex predator. Yet the bears know not of borders and are regularly crossing into Spain. Already livestock has been mauled to death for which shepherds are compensated. However, what is stopping these grizzly beasts from now stalking us as we concentrate on riding a bike over steep or rough ground, or relaxing at a picnic on a long walk with young children?
https://www.heraldo.es/noticias/aragon/huesca/2018/06/28/un-pastor-enfrenta-oso-valle-castanesa-1251624-2261127.html


A viewpoint for the blind

The lower Castanesa valley from a sobering viewpoint

I cycled up to Fonchanina and decided to go no further. It was late in the day and thunderclouds were building around the mountain tops at the head of the valley. Returning to the bend in the road, I looked back at the upper Castanesa valley for a moment. Even with the coming storm, the houses of Fonchanina and the narrow road; everything manmade seemed at peace and balanced with society.

From there I returned back down the valley, staying on the tarmac road all the way to the car. Not long after passing back through Castanesa; I came across a layby with a viewpoint information board. The sun had briefly broken through the clouds, so I stopped to sunbathe as well as putting on a gilet for the cold descent. My understanding of the Spanish language needs: ‘un poco atencion’. Yet when I happened to glance at the information board, I noticed the diagram was covered in a series of shapes and braille near the place names. I turned and realised the unusual number of disabled car parking spaces were for a good reason.


Seeing through touch.

What can you see?


This viewpoint had been built for the benefit of the blind. The shapes on the information board represented different areas in the landscape. With triangles representing forests and squares the open pastures down below.

I was amazed and stared in stunned silence for a third time in one day. Realizing that although I am lucky to be gifted with the power of sight; I am possibly blinded by the stresses, anxieties and anger caused by modern society. Which has caused me to take simple views of nature such as this one for granted.

I swore to myself to respect the blind as well as the natural born gift of my sight. I now take every view as a precious gift from mother nature.


A sadder but wiser man

The way back to the car and the rest of my life.

After resting for a while to understand these nuances of life; I got back on my bike to just focus on the long descent ahead of me. The road was obviously quiet for lack of people, so I used the whole width of the road to maintain a smooth line. It was evening now and I was cold, tired and hungry.

Yet I stared at the passing landscape as if I were in a dream.

Change is unavoidable, uncontrollable and like our mortality, at some time to our detriment. Yet by avoiding the reliance on social status or modern technology to make us feel relaxed; change come at a more natural pace. I think we should simply: look, listen, smell, taste and hear Mother Nature by going out and meeting her everyday.

Do not worry about tomorrow until the morning. Life is urgent, life is now. Relax and enjoy every passing moment.

“…He went like one that hath been stunned,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn”.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner – Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Other routes to relax in this area:

I really recommend other breathtaking routes through nature in this area:

A scenic climb to the Embalse de Llauset

I touched the sky! (Ascent of Gallinero from Liri)

Còth de Varradós (Varrados pass)

A short climb to the lake of Besiberri

A winter wonderland walk in the Aigüestortes