Day 5 of surviving bad decisions

Patterdale to Shap (15.5 miles / 64.1 miles) I don’t know if it had been raining all night or whether the cloud had just been so low that it had shrouded everything in wetness, but when I got up things seemed a little damp.  I managed to find a rock which, by virtue of its rocky nature, wasn’t as saturated as the surrounding grass, and so was able to … Continue reading Day 5 of surviving bad decisions

Day 4 of resting up and reading the paper

Grisedale Tarn to Patterdale (5.5 miles / 48.6miles) The night in the wild was a pretty peaceful one and despite a smattering of awakenings due to the wind picking up and a few spots of rain I managed a massive 10 hours sleep.  Opening the tent revealed low lying clouds over St Sunday’s Crag and Helvellyn which gave me all the justification I needed just to … Continue reading Day 4 of resting up and reading the paper

Day 3 of getting lost and sleeping rough

Borrowdale to Grisedale Tarn (15 miles / 43.1 miles) The last time I stayed in a dorm room was in France on a University field trip around 20 years ago and, to be honest, I don’t think I have been missing out.  Now, even in a tent, distant snoring will wake me occasionally throughout the night, so imagine how disturbed I was by the sounds of … Continue reading Day 3 of getting lost and sleeping rough

Day 2 of being at the beck and fell of the outdoors

Ennerdale Bridge to Borrowdale (13.5 miles / 28.1 miles) Day 2 of my epic journey of discovering things people have already seen before. Today, a 13 and a half mile jaunt from the Fox and Hounds at Ennerdale Bridge to Borrowdale Youth Hostel, Rosthwaite. Having been in bed by 9pm yesterday, I woke up early, refreshed, ready and eager to get on my way.  Breakfast … Continue reading Day 2 of being at the beck and fell of the outdoors

Day 1 of my trip to the countryside

Preston, Lancashire to St Bees, Cumbria Today I waved goodbye to Preston to make the final leg of the starting prologuey type section of the journey to St Bees (eloquent, eh)? If I’d known I was having to go Carlisle this morning to catch my connecting train, I could have enjoyed the hospitality of first class for another hour last night and stayed in the capital … Continue reading Day 1 of my trip to the countryside