Many may already know from tweets that our C2C trip ended in Grasmere on day 3. In those 3 days there are so many memories that will no doubt linger far longer than much harder, more successful trips. Wainwrights C2C was a trip that I could do with my dad, who has just got into backpacking this year after years of day walks. We did a test trip over Cross Fell a few weeks ago without any incident which is surprising with us two. Apologies for
Wainwrights Coast to Coast
Tomorrow I will be catching a train (3 actually) from Durham to St Bees with my dad. We are walking Wainwright's Coast to Coast which crosses 3 National Parks (Lake District, Yorkshire Dales & North York Moors). This was planned many months ago before the Julia Bradbury TV programmes and the repeats, which may make it slightly busier than I'd hoped. Below is the rough schedule that my dad made, I will be altering these as we go and will try to wildcamp wherever possible. I'm
Stunning Ben Lomond
I was supposed to be going on an Attack of the Wainwrights walk when I last posted. My kitchen roof had other ideas, which required urgent repair work the day I was supposed to be setting off. I decided to set off a day and half later and follow my heart which always lies in Scotland... I traveled up to Scotland on the Sunday and arrived at Rowardennan at about 5 to find the place crawling with people. The car park was full, with tents and
Attack of the Wainwrights
A couple of weeks ago I was discussing holiday at work and realised I had several hours I had to take fairly soon. I am now off next week, which is about the only opportunity I have due to work deadlines and the forthcoming Wainwright C2C. I quickly came up with the idea to do an "Attack of the Wainwrights". I have already walked nearly all of the highest 50 Wainwrights except for St Sunday Crag & High Raise. This leaves lots of lower ones, again
Now is the Time
For a long time now I've had enough of the day to day mundane life that I and almost everyone leads. Many are happy to go to work, go home, sleep, then repeat. I am no longer willing do that, surely there is far more to life than that? My previous post "The Journey and the Passion" explained how I had got to the point of identifying what I love to do and why. For years I was a miserable bugger and through the outdoors I've