Coniston and The Old Man (Lake District)
I think walking in the Lakeland fells must be addictive. Somehow, after a week of altitude, even my favourite stomping ground, the North York Moors, just didn't seem quite the same. The Lake District had left me with an almost overwhelming urge to climb and the moors were quite simply not high enough. I'm certain a great many other people share this hankering for hills. It's why Lakeland is so popular all year round. And it's why any proposed trip there has to be booked well in advance of a weather forecast with any kind of accuracy. And this, in turn, is how we came to spend a weekend in Coniston at the same time as the tail end of Hurricane Bertha was predicted to lash across the UK. It was less than a month after our week in Keswick and I was missing the mountains. I desperately wanted to climb again. To feel the pull in my leg muscles, to experience the heat and the breathlessness and to push on, ever upwards, ignoring the fatigue, c...