Dirty cloud obscured the rising sun, with just a small distant patch of orange beyond Great Mell Fell and some reflected colour to the west to betray the start of a new day. A cacophony of barking, baying and yelping accompanied the start of my climb above the kennels at Gategill, and I could still hear them some time later from hundreds of feet above. Continue reading “On My Tod”
The forecast for the weekend was poor, maybe even bordering on lunacy, and was the main reason why we’d decided not to camp this time out, preferring instead the security of hostels and especially the chances they afforded to get dry and warm after a day out on the fells dicing with the conditions.
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…”
The title’s probably a touch dramatic, but in my post New Year’s zombie-like state of mind, it seemed to do the trick. Of course, if you believe the Mayans we’ve just had our last New Year’s Eve parties (no loss there really) as the world is due to end sometime this year. Continue reading “A Day of Judgement”
Last night the warden told me that the forecast was for two days of rain, which probably meant loads of wind as well.
But I woke to clear weather with a good view towards Carrock Fell from my bedroom window. Having steeled myself for a day kicking around the hostel, it now looked like it may be better than forecast, Continue reading “Cumbria Way Day 8”