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Short stories by Anne McFadzean
MADEIRA
MADEIRA: Pico do Arieiro to Pico Ruivo
MADEIRA: Stairways to heaven
MADEIRA: A walk to the most easterly point
MADEIRA: Walking with water
SIERRA NEVADA
SPAIN: Flag Day on Mulhacen – ascent of the mainland's highest peak
SPAIN: Veleta the Hard Way WITH VIDEO
SPAIN: Sierra de Lujar – the fourth attempt to climb one of the easiest mountains in Spain
THE MUNROS
Devil's Points and Angels' Peaks – a classic day in the Cairngorms
Demons on the Forcan Ridge – a fight with an internal Grendel
A Tank on the Lawn – confrontation with stalkers on the Strathfarrah Ridge
In Praise of Scotch Pies and Carn á Chlamain
THE LAKES
Walking the Old Corpse Road – Mardale to Shap
The Black Abyss – Grisedale Pike and memories of Force Crag Mine
THE PENNINES
High Cup – and the rise and fall of Belfast sinks
IRELAND
Above the Glens of Antrim – In the boglands above Glenariff WITH VIDEO
CAPE WRATH TRAIL
Cape Wrath – The Edge of the World. Final day on the Cape Wrath Trail
Tag Archives: Howgill Fells
Gibbet Hill and Carlin Gill – That’s Entertainment
GIBBET Hill has history. Little more than a slope in the Tebay Gorge – which separates the Howgill Fells from the Lake District – it was the site where, in 1684, local villain William Smurthwaite’s body was left to rot … Continue reading
Haunts of Ancient Peace
Walking on the wind in the Howgill fells . . . Continue reading
The Howgills – and the Sound of the Wind
SOMETIMES it’s enough just to walk, to place one foot in front of another and allow the miles to slip by. What’s that old Irish saying . . . ?
Spanish Eyes (Wild Boar Fell)
IN THE heat of a Spanish night, while a full moon hangs over Sierra Luja, a car speeds along a winding mountain road towards the lights of Orgiva and its dusty valley. Crickets sing in the darkness. Tyres growl on … Continue reading
The Forty-Second Fox (Baugh Fell, Swarth Fell and . . . )
It were early one morning when I rose from me bed I’ve heard hark, hark away me boys so clearly And so I drew me a little nearer, for to see who was there That were going out fox hunting … Continue reading
On White Horses (The Howgills Revisited)
WIND blasting across the Pennines as dawn turns the sky to a greasy grey smudge. The A66 is closed to high-sided vehicles – but that doesn’t stop the mad sods peeling off the A1 at Scotch Corner and charging up … Continue reading
The Howgill Fells (Accentuating the Positive)
THE most interesting thing about the Howgill Fells is that there is nothing interesting about them. I don’t mean this in disparaging way; more in a mathematical way. Two negatives make a positive. So, as Bing Crosby might have put … Continue reading
Because They're There... 