I do not know who Drumald was, or how he got involved in a race. I got involved with Drumaldrace through the reflection that – in normal years – I spend a lot more hill days in the Highlands than the Dales, and so perhaps I ought to fill in… Continue reading
Skiddaw and Blencathra often look like the northern walls of the Lake District. But behind them lies a region of smaller hills, green and rolling, with views across the Solway Firth into Scotland. Longlands Fell – Brae Fell – Great Sca Fell – Knott – Burn Tod – Trusmadoor –… Continue reading
For three hundred and fifty years that I know of, and probably more besides, ancestors of mine lived within sight of Pendle, or not too many miles from the River Ribble. So I can claim a sort of “home turf” around Ribblesdale and its hills, but further north beyond the… Continue reading
The talk in our house has turned to Hair. Yes back in the day, long ago before t’virus when most current Members were in nappies, we all used to have lots of it. And of course, we went to see the musucal “Hair” with its hit song “This is the… Continue reading
“Water water everywhere, nor any drop of snow…..” The famous line from the Rime of the Ancient Mariner needed only a tiny change to describe our warm, wet winter. The Ancient Mariner pointed wistfully into the distance, in search of winter conditions. But all that was to be seen, were… Continue reading
“A Mountaineer of a type not found in Scotland today” was the description by no less a mountaineer than the great W H Murray, describing the historical Rob Roy MacGregor. Because Rob of the red hair (Ruadh) could travel for days through the highland mountains when there were no maps,… Continue reading
The Alpe Adria trail is about 750 km from Austria to Trieste. A website gives full route notes in English, which made an easy ‘off-the-shelf” selection. Stage 1 begins at the foot of Austria’s highest mountain, the Grossglockner (3798 m). I climbed this summit 20 years ago in 1999 but… Continue reading
A DIEM CARPE- D …… (in the secluded glen) Tick tock. Tick, tock. Mr Green’s Munro clock. So as time counts down towards Steve’s “Compleation” date on 5th October, there remain a handful of mountain days to be accomplished. During the August Monsoon period, our thoughts turned to the four… Continue reading
England ! Thy beauties are tame and domestic to one who has roved over mountains afar. Oh, for the crags that are wild and majestic ! The steep frowning glories of dark Lochnagar. So there we we again (the fifth ascent for each of us) on top of… Continue reading
