northern pies

Monday 17 August 2009 I left wherever it was at about half seven. Nobody was up. I marched the lanes towards Wigton. A pig was enjoying her ...

Sunday 16 August 2009 We kind of all got up around half seven-ish and brewed and stuff and we were on our way by just after eight, I think. ...

Saturday 15 August. The LDNP forecast had arrived half a day late and continued in a blustery, spatterry kind of way all night. The little b...

Friday 14 August. As I said just now, it did not rain overnight, nor, in the morning did it pour. It was very cloudy, though, and in view of...

Thursday 13 August. A sparkling morning with a hint of a cloud inversion saw me standing on top of Bowfell with the rare privilege of having...

Wednesday 12 August. A drizzle spattered and windy start had me navigating through a complicated landscape of bogs and rocky tors. One of th...

Tuesday 11 August. A warm and foggy morning with no visibility at all saw me, or, rather, assumed I was somewhere climbing up to the summit ...

Monday 10 August. The first day. The objective was just to get established some way up the Southern slopes of Black Combe and, originally, t...

The man from the garage said that there was a hairline crack in the thingy, and that this made the other thingy think that it was driving on...

Just got back from a really loverly wild camp at Blakethwaite Bottom in the middle(ish) of the Howgills. Its a cracking place for the campin...