August 2017 Monthly Babble: Five Peaks and a Zip Wire

London must have started spinning. Not only that, it must have started spinning at such a rate that it is has developed its own gravitation pull to such an extent that, on Friday 3rd August 2017, it was almost impossible to break free of the M25 Orbit. I managed to negotiate leaving work a whole 45 minutes early with the intention of getting away from … Continue reading August 2017 Monthly Babble: Five Peaks and a Zip Wire

Day 7 of Cream Teas and Yurt Gardens

Kirkby Stephen to Keld (11.3 miles / 95.9 miles) Rather than overpay for the food offerings from the youth hostel, breakfast consisted of a protein and carb rich, highly nutritional Ginster’s Cornish Pasty from the local Co-op, where I was also able to stock up on supplies for the day to satisfy my craving for the good honest flapjack, for Alicia to get her hit of Caribbean Crush Lucozade, which … Continue reading Day 7 of Cream Teas and Yurt Gardens

Day 6 of being haunted by an overactive imagination

Shap to Kirkby Stephen (20.5 miles / 84.6miles) Despite being confused by the luxury of my really comfortable bed and not sleeping as well as I have been doing in my tent, I reluctantly left my nice warm B&B room and set out in to the unknown not quite knowing how my 20.5 mile route would sit with me after yesterday’s exertions. Breakfast was buzzing with stories … Continue reading Day 6 of being haunted by an overactive imagination

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