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A Scotsman captured by the Lakes

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t biased towards the mountains of Scotland, particularly the Munros. The Munros are the highest and the grandest in the UK in my opinion.  789 more words


Wansfell in the Snow

B was invited to spend a day as a guest of Morecambe FC. Training in the morning, watching the match (against AFC Wimbledon) in the afternoon. 732 more words


Black Fell

Castor and Pollux, Leiber and Stoller, eggs and bacon, Weller and Worthington*, cheese and pickle, Cooke and Moore, Boswell and Johnson – some things are destined to always be associated in our minds, and whatever individual merit each half of the partnership has, we none the less feel that the whole is somehow greater than the sum of the parts. 902 more words


Loughrigg Fell

Between Christmas and New Year, TBH’s parents came to stay for a couple of days. We left them and the children alone together for a day so that they could enjoy their rights to spoil and be spoiled without any interference from us. 392 more words


Dale Head and Hindscarth

The ridges of Hindscarth and Robinson extending into the head of the Newlands Valley.

Before I set off for our weekend away in the Newlands Valley I had been obsessively following the weather forecast. 628 more words


The real 'The Pike'

A gap existed in my Birketts.  A day remained of the holiday and a top towered over the Duddon.  Crossing Birker Moor I searched for a pull in, parking lower than I hoped.   196 more words


Maiden Moor, High Spy and Castle Crag

Newlands Valley.

This blog, you may have noticed in the header, is “about walking, thinking about walking, reading about walking…..and maybe other stuff”. Well, regrettably, and perhaps inevitably, I do a great deal more ‘thinking about walking’ and ‘reading about walking’ than I do actual walking. 872 more words