"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."
"What better way to begin all 214 Wainwrights than with the tallest one?"
"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."