On My Tod

 

Looking to the North Western Fells #sh
Dawn looking over to the North Western fells

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”

A Wet Weekend in the Lakes

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