On top of a mountain

I went away for Easter weekend. Needed to get out of town for a bit, clear my head and so on. As you do. Also, I’d never been to the Lake District, and I’d heard it’s beautiful.

I went for hikes. One of them took me to the top of a mountain. The highest peak in England, in fact: Scafell Pike. I must be the only person I know who can accidentally go mountain climbing.

I parked the car, and started to stroll. There were no signs in particular, but there was a trail and so I followed it. It joined another one, and there were several people walking up that same hill, so I followed the pack. Before long, there was snow and it got rockier, steeper and increasingly cold.

On the way up Scafell Pike

Cut a long story short, despite seriously considering turning back a few times, I eventually (nearly 5 hours later) found myself at the summit, which felt like quite an achievement. It’s not mountain climbing in the traditional sense of the term, but it was certainly the longest, steepest, toughest and most treacherous walk I’ve ever been on.

The way down was somehow almost more difficult. Slippery. Tricky. Hard on the knees. But gravity sort of ensures that you eventually get down. And there was a roast dinner at the end of the trail.


As you’d probably expect, given that I was as high up as it was possible to be in England without being in an aircraft, and in the Lake District at the same time, the views were pretty spectacular.

I also saw some nice scenery from the ground – and the water too.


Since it was the Lake District, I thought it was also a good idea to get out on a lake, so I did the Windermere Lake walker’s route.

From Brockhole to Ambleside by boat, a ferry to Wray Castle, then a 4 mile lakeside hike to the next ferry to Bowness, and another boat back to Brockhole, which is another 2 mile walk back to where I was staying.

My feet hurt, and I’m exhausted, but totally worthwhile. All the photos are here on Flickr.