A surprising day
I’m in the process of mopping up the Wainwrights that are still to be visited. Mopping up feels a fairly … Continue reading A surprising day
Author: Jane Morris
Heatwave cool
One of the joys of reaching a summit, especially a new one, is in the views it affords. They are … Continue reading Heatwave cool
Working round the Wainwrights
Working from home during the different phases of lockdown has had a variety of benefits, one of which being a … Continue reading Working round the Wainwrights
Living for the weekend
Apparently I have ancestors who lived in the north east, which may explain my predilection for walking in the area. … Continue reading Living for the weekend
Not on the High Street
“Are there many people up there?” I asked “No, not really,” the young man looked a bit bemused by my … Continue reading Not on the High Street
The other Langdales
I’d expected the Stickle Ghyll carpark to be busy on what looked like a fairly good weather day for the … Continue reading The other Langdales
The inspiration of companionship
I completed my last summit in Alfred Wainwright’s Book Five yesterday. Dodd. It can easily be forgotten by walkers, a … Continue reading The inspiration of companionship
A river runs through it
I’ve been on holiday this week. With the weather we have had, I would normally have been in the mountains … Continue reading A river runs through it
A proper clear out
“Yes, I’m actually really appreciating this time,” replied Polly as she pulled on protective gloves. Clad in lycra, with her … Continue reading A proper clear out
Not in a month of Sundays
“How is life treating you in isolation? Are you staying sane?” Lisa messaged me on Thursday. I was out for … Continue reading Not in a month of Sundays
