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”

Favourite Fells…

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…”

Cumbria Way – The End of the Walk

So that’s it. As I limp away from Carlisle Castle through the urban ugliness of the city centre, I’m not feeling any sense of achievement. That came about 4 miles out from Carlisle, when I knew I’d make it (somehow), but completely evaporated on the slog over the tarmac.

If the Cumbria Way finished in Dalston, that would have suited me fine, and I don’t think it gains anything from the extra spirit-crushing crawl Continue reading “Cumbria Way – The End of the Walk”

Lonely path around the base of the fells

Cumbria Way Day 9

The wind was howling around the bunkhouse throughout the night and was still doing so at breakfast time. Meanwhile a mist had descended. Marie summarised the weather forecast as “not much respite”. That did imply some level of respite though!

All my wet kit had dried, and just as importantly, warmed up by the stove overnight so putting it on felt ok, and if it had still been cold and/or wet I don’t know how I’d have got out of the door. In any case I fully expected a character-building day. Continue reading “Cumbria Way Day 9”

Approaching Skiddaw House from Dash Falls

Cumbria Way Day 6

I woke to the news that we’d had hail in the night and it was still raining solidly throughout breakfast. The forecast was for it to clear by 10 so I took my time. But strong wind up high was also forecast so I may need to miss out the top of Skiddaw if it got too strong.

Latrigg House , in contrast to the other B&Bs I’ve stayed at in Keswick, was quite good, so will use again. The single was ensuite too. And £31 was all it cost.

I set off at 10 as the cloud lifted from the hills and made my way along the old railway path to join up with the path up the south side of Latrigg. The plan was to assess the weather at the summit Continue reading “Cumbria Way Day 6”

Review of 2008

After the 3 months I took off work last year, 2008 was never going to come close, but all in all I’ve not done too badly and I’ve managed to arrange things to optimise my use of annual leave. A quick trip up to the Lake District in April started things off. A wet and windy first day saw me walking over Catbells, Maiden Moor and High Spy with a detour to Castle Crag on the way down. The second day was better weather to start with and I headed up to Skiddaw via Ullock Pike, Long Side and Carl … Continue reading Review of 2008

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