Tag Archives: Lake District

Forever Changing – Broad Majestic Duddon

A walk along the shifting sands of the Duddon estuary . . . Continue reading

Posted in Archaeology, Beer, Environment, Geology, Hiking, History, Industrial archaeology, Mountains, Second World War, Walking, William Wordsworth | Tagged , , , , | 20 Comments

London 4: William Morris and a Wander Through Walthamstow

A WIND to slice ears off whips across the entrance to Walthamstow Central tube station. The temperature is below zero degrees Centigrade and snow settles behind chimney stacks on bleak roofs. This is London at Easter. There are no bunnies … Continue reading

Posted in Beer, History, Life, Pigeons, Politics, Ranting, Walking, William Morris, Writing | Tagged , , , | 12 Comments

A Blackpowder Blast From the Past

IUSED to blow up huge chunks of Cumbrian hillside for a living. I stopped doing it not through any regard for conservation or the environment, but because I’d noticed that none of my more senior colleagues ever reached retirement age … Continue reading

Posted in Environment, Explosives, Geology, Hiking, History, Industrial archaeology, Mountains, Quarrying, Railway goods wagons, Ranting, Slate quarries, Walking | Tagged , , , | 27 Comments

Lakeland-by-the-Sea: A Walk With a Border Collie

WORDSWORTH penned 34 sonnets either celebrating or related to the River Duddon – according to the contents pages of my Wordsworth’s Poetical Works Volume V. I had intended to include a few verses here to introduce this piece, but having … Continue reading

Posted in Climbing, Environment, Hiking, History, Industrial archaeology, Mountains, Running, Walking, William Wordsworth | Tagged , , | 18 Comments

Causey Pike – A Country For Old Men?

NEAR the summit of Causey Pike, where the heathery track gives way to steep rock, an elderly man sits on a boulder. He’s wearing a wide-brimmed hat and his white hair wisps about his ears. I get the impression he’s … Continue reading

Posted in Climbing, Environment, Ghosts, Hiking, Life, Mountains, Walking, Writing | Tagged , , , | 32 Comments

It’s Time to Migrate

I HEAR wild noises and glance into the sky as a skein of geese passes over the garden. So I light a fire in front of the shed and prepare to move my sheep to winter pastures . . .

Posted in Beetroot, Great North Road, History, Life, Mountains, Vikings | Tagged , , | 15 Comments

South of the Border, Down Cheviot Way

A walk along the boggy border between Scotland and England . . . Continue reading

Posted in Climbing, Death, Environment, Ghosts, Hiking, History, Mountains, Railway goods wagons, Railways, Walking | Tagged , , , | 30 Comments

Lucero – Where Old Hatreds Linger

LUCERO is a prominent pyramid of baked rock that looks ten times more a mountain than nearly everything twice, three times and four times its size. The approaches from the south are long and incredibly steep. From the north, though, … Continue reading

Posted in Climbing, Hiking, History, Life, Mountains, Politics, Ranting, Spanish Civil War, Walking | Tagged , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Giving a Fig About Walking up Gorges

Walking on water . . . just for a change Continue reading

Posted in Climbing, Environment, Hiking, Levadas, Mountains, Railway goods wagons, Railways, Walking | Tagged , , , , , , , | 24 Comments

Beinn Dearg – A Teenage Dream

I LIKE Beinn Dearg. It’s a mountain with character way out in the backcountry. And I like the sound it makes when people pronounce its name correctly. It’s like the call of a bird or the noise of a rock … Continue reading

Posted in Climbing, Cycling, Drove roads, Environment, Hiking, History, Mountains, Walking | Tagged , , , , , , | 14 Comments

Walking the Old Corpse Road – Mardale to Shap

THE last person to leave Mardale feet first for Shap was John Holme, in June 1736. Poor old John was as dead as they come. Whether he was strapped to a packhorse or nailed in a coffin and carried on … Continue reading

Posted in Archaeology, Camping, Corpse roads, Death, Environment, Ghosts, Hiking, History, Mountains, Walking | Tagged , , | 39 Comments

A Final Voyage

YOU can see Scafell Pike – the highest mountain in England – from the forecourt garden of the terraced house in which I spent my early childhood. From the back garden of the bungalow the family moved to when I … Continue reading

Posted in Camping, Chockhead, Climbing, Death, Hiking, HMS Theseus, Korean War, Life, Mountains, Sanquhar, Walking | Tagged , , , | 45 Comments