After all the shenanigans getting ready for my art exhibition at the start of the month, and then helping a friend with her exhibition which immediately followed mine, I’d managed to rack up a couple of months without any significant time in the outdoors. Other than a brief snatched camp out locally, but then a tent hidden between a farmer’s field and a landfill site is hardly quality outdoors. It was high time I got out into the hills.
Ok, after the chat on Twitter last night when I announced I was working on a post about my favourite fells, I imagine a few people will have come over here to see the list. Well I’m sorry, I’m going to disappoint you. At least for the moment.
It would be too easy simply to give a list of my favourites and then sit back and let the arguments begin. No, I want to draw the pain out a bit longer. And some of my favourites I love so much, that simply including them on a list is unfair to them. So I’m going to lead up to the big reveal by covering them a few at a time, and for the really special ones I’m going to do individual posts. But first, I think I should talk a bit about how I came up with my list. And I do really have a list, I’m not just stalling for time. Continue reading “Favourite Fells…”
Having a miserable time at work, I couldn’t wait to get away for my annual Lake District trip. Black Combe and Eskdale were sitting there egging me on, and so I planned a trip to take in the far south … Continue reading Escape to Eskdale