I really should have been on the Cambrian Way, but I just didn’t fancy it. For once I wanted to do something I wanted to do. It’s been 6 years since a truly memorable trip to Eskdale, and a couple of years since a less successful one – I was itching to retread some of those paths, re-see some of those views and above all to immerse myself more deeply into the valley by spending some nights camping out there. So I did. Continue reading “The Eskdale Escapade”
Daylight’s fingers crept over the surface of the tent and the wind that had blown malevolently all night finally disappeared. It wasn’t supposed to be especially windy according to the forecast, but it seemed that it must have been funnelled in such a way as to enhance its force. Either that, or it’s just out to get me. Continue reading “And Then There Were None”
I stood watching the black silhouette of the Scafells against a redish glow gradually infiltrating the sky above. As more light spread across the land, the glow became an intense orange concentrated behind Great Gable. A time for contemplation of the walk so far, and the walk ahead. Continue reading “The Valley of Sluggishness”
Given my predeliction for the smaller fells, you might be surprised to find the big one in my list. But then again, it’s a pretty obvious choice when you look at it. I’ve got to the point now where the gap between my favourite fells is quite narrow, and it wouldn’t take much for them to shuffle about. So I hope no one is offended that their favourite fell (and there will be people out there who have this as their favourite, I’m sure) doesn’t even make my top 10. It’s purely that other fells more in tune with my preferences have gradually pushed it down the list. Continue reading “Favourite Fells – Scafell Pike”
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”
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”
Sunday 17 July 03:50 We arrive at Southwaite Services on the M6 for our Scafell Pike briefing. It’s annoying to see people in sleeping bags, indicating that there’s a fair chance they’ve had some sleep. I take the opportunity for … Continue reading UK Three Peaks (2005): Scafell Pike