Haystacks and a Hobgoblin

Haystacks and a Hobgoblin

Standing in the footsteps of Alfred Wainwright we gaze upon Innominate Tarn. From among rocks on an unidentified crag we eat lunch and brew mango tea in an old camping kettle. I’m not a great fan of mango tea but yesterday it was the only thing I could find in a tea...
It’s Knott Ard

It’s Knott Ard

“It’s Knott Ard,” Hannah told Georgia as we left our home in Kendal heading for Keswick and the Newlands Valley.
 Georgia turned back to Hannah looking puzzled. “It doesn’t matter, I’m getting used to the hills now.” “No, NOT HARD!” emphasised Hannah. “Knott Ard,...
Reet up Rannerdale

Reet up Rannerdale

It must have been quite a battle – if the legend is true – that a bluebell grows for each Norman invader killed by the soldiers under Earl Boethar. The skirmish, beneath the crags of Rannerdale Knotts, occurred in the 11th century – in case you are...
Fleetwith via Ferrata

Fleetwith via Ferrata

What else can you do while suspended precariously above a 1,500 foot drop, with your legs and arms shaking and wobbling, while white-knuckled fingers grip slender strands and your feet tentatively balance on a one inch thick steel cable, except scream! I am not sure...
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