Low Level Weekend
Sometimes the storms, wind, rain, the thought of being battered sideways in nil visibility make clinging to the southern fringes of...
Read MoreWhy Walk Wainwrights?
When I first returned to Cumbria I just walked. Anywhere. I had a dog, Rosie, and she needed to go out anyway. After living in...
Read MoreWalking the Wainwright List
Sometimes I think that I would be better off joining a gym. It would be warm. It would be dry. There would be wonderful aromas. It would...
Read MoreMost Northerly Wainwright
Early morning activity on ‘social media’ this morning was confirmation that people had seen the same weather forecast as myself. An early...
Read MoreHistory Lesson
A few months ago I was scrabbling about in the ‘bargain bin’ at a local farm shop and pulled out The Tarns of Lakeland by John and Anne...
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