“Latrigg is one of those very easy minor fells – a fell for absolute beginners. Especially if you start at the car park half way up as we did (Pete likes to start there because you can buy coffee and snacks from a little van). It took us longer to drive there from Ambleside than it did to get to the top. I’m not even going to describe the route – if you can’t find your way to the top via the wide open path then I’m not sure even Specsavers could help you.”
“I don’t normally associate Ambleside with the start of a hike. It’s usually a place of sanctuary on our camping trips – a reminder of what it’s like to be completely dry or how convenient it is to go to the toilet without having to put on shoes and a coat. But, the day after tackling Ullock Pike, filled with a new sense of adventure and apparently with no memory of the rougher parts of the day before, we decided to go South for our next Wainwright and parked up in Ambleside on a grey summer morning with a view to climbing Loughrigg Fell.”
“We drove straight from Stoke to Dodd Wood where there is a small car park with a large fee. Modern methods of payment haven’t reached the Forestry Commission car park at Dodd and the entire £6 fee for four hours parking has to be paid in coins. I’d love to watch them empty it at night – it must be like hitting the jackpot on a Vegas fruit machine. We changed a note in the Old Sawmill Tearoom and had a cup of tea and a bacon sandwich in preparation for the journey. I took the opportunity to show Pete the route we were taking on my OS map, though he was too engrossed in his sandwich to take much of it in. As far as he knew, I was leading us to our certain deaths.”
“Like a small child I tried every excuse to return to the car: ‘I feel sick. I feel faint. I need a wee.’ Then a little later and a little more forcefully, ‘I am going to be sick. I am going to pass out. I am going to piss myself. I am going to die.’ When none of these petitions succeeded in shattering the rock that is Pete’s determination to get me up mountains, I merely focused on slowly putting one foot in front of the other, head bowed in submission, muttering terrible things under my breath about Pete, about Skiddaw and about my total inability to just push through ‘the wall.’ Lots of people overtook us and I mentally gave each one of them the finger for having better stamina than I could muster.”
“We didn’t fall into any of the disused lead mines nor did we meet Mrs. Tiggy-winkle, Beatrix Potter’s loveable hedgehog washer-woman who lived behind a ‘door into the back of the hill called Catbells.’ I can only assume that lead poisoning must have gotten the better of her.”
“At the car park next to the National Trust Campsite there are some truly apocalyptic portaloos. Avoid if possible. We arrived fairly early in the morning and they already resembled the carnage after a hard night at Glastonbury festival. Note to self: add SheWee to the Christmas List.”
“This is a blog about struggling uphill (literally, not metaphorically).
If you like reading about the hiking experiences of others as much as I do or you just want to see lots of nice photographs of the English Lake District then this is the blog for you. I also hope it might help others like me who want to climb the Wainwright Fells but like to research their fell walks before they venture out.”