Skiddaw House hostel to Hesketh Newmarket So much for the sun! Damn forecast. We wake to low hill mist and high humidity, the midges aren’t too bad, but enough to make us pack up quick and head for the hostel. The hostel breakfast was amazing and we lingered chatting and drinking tea while veils of…
Castle Rigg (Keswick) to Skiddaw House Hostel Overnight the wind was gusting up to 40mph again, but sheltered behind the campground hedge we were well protected. The forecast for the two days ahead was reported to be changeable, showers and wind. The forecasts so far have been pretty inaccurate; the mountains are making their own…
Langstrath-Borrowdale-Walla Crag-Castle Rigg By early morning the wind was still buffeting the tent and the sky was obstinately grey. But a nights sleep and the prospect of an easier day hiking down through Borrowdale put a spring in our step. We made tea and crunched granola in the lee of a large boulder before donning…
Great Langdale to Langstrath Sheltered in the campsite behind a hedge we didn’t get the bashing we expected overnight, and by about 11am the clouds started to clear and I was itching to get started. Our objective for the day was to climb up and over Stake Pass and descend into the wilds of Langstrath to camp. Hikers…
Looking out from our tent across the fells from Wet Side Edge Wet Side Edge to Old Dungeon Ghyll, Great Langdale When I poked my head out of the tent, the landscape was transformed, veils of cloud hung low in the valleys and between the summits, swirling and changing as the weather came in from…
Beacon Tarn to Wet Side Edge We woke to a still, overcast morning, but thankfully the cloud base was above the summits, and the day’s objective, the Coniston Massif, hung blue-grey in the middle distance. Hiking through the marshy valley leading down from Beacon Tarn I kept glancing at the ‘Old Man’, scarcely believing that we…
Barry and I at the monument which marks the start of the Cumbria Way in Ulverston Ulverston to Beacon Tarn Sometime in the grey light before dawn, a light rain pattered on the tent, but by seven the low cloud was dispersing and shards of silver sunlight were moving across the distant hills. There was still rain forecast…
Camped out on the front lawn of a caravan site in Ulverston, checking kit and re-packaging food to reduce weight. After the long drive north from Cambridgeshire, we camped on the outskirts of Ulverston. To our dismay our rucksacks seem much heavier that they were on the ‘White-to-Dark’ trail a few weeks ago…and that is…
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