Although slightly cheered by discourse with dormmates last night, the whole rigmarole of staying in the YHA seemed to have been an exercise in trying my patience, and I was glad that phase of the trip was over. Now I could look forward to simply dealing with whatever nature threw at me and any problems I happened to inflict on myself. Continue reading “Finishing off the Eastern Fells – Part 2”
I suppose it was inevitable that Helvellyn would come out as one of my favourite fells. My first mountain experience took place there, and it’s my most visited fell (jointly with Skiddaw). Now Helvellyn is not what I call a beautiful mountain, (although individual parts of it are), and it’s mainly the quality of the walks on the mountain, and its close neighbours, that propel it to a high spot on my list. Continue reading “Favourite Fells – Helvellyn”
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…”
Whilst everyone else is starting the New Year with positive thinking (that is apart from the effects of last night’s drinking), I thought I’d take an opposite tack and talk about failure.
In my walking career I’ve notched up a few failures and whilst I’ve not let them get to me too much, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a desire to expunge them from the record. So I thought I’d start the year with a good positive post about all my failed ascents – whether down to the weather, the terrain or simply running out of time. Continue reading “Failure”
Friday 28 October 2005 – Skiddaw Yesterday was such a frantic day, that it was good to finally get out into the hills today, even though it certainly wasn’t the weather we would have wished for. At least I took a day off work to prepare – I hate to think how bad it would have been if I’d travelled straight from work, like my brother did. I’d been carrying a headache all day and rushing about getting everything ready hadn’t helped. But it had been bearable until Rob called to say he was stuck in traffic and it became … Continue reading A Wet Weekend in the Lakes
My first ever mountain ascent was, like many other people’s, Helvellyn in the Lake District. Having just graduated, my fiancée and I were on a week’s holiday in Cumbria during the summer of 1992 – a holiday consisting mainly of visiting ‘attractions’ rather than being an outdoors type holiday. Nevertheless, one day we had the idea of climbing a mountain – partly so that when asked what we got up to on holiday, we could say ‘we climbed a mountain’. But we did also have a genuine interest in seeing the view from the top! Nevertheless we were looking for something straightforward. Continue reading “My first mountain”