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.
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