May: The kids spent hours paddling and looking for tadpoles at the gently-shelving near shore of Loughrigg Tarn – less than five minutes’ walk from Tarn House.
It was one of those perfect Autumn evenings… air and visibility utterly clear, and the fells all but deserted. After a long drive from down South, I parked in Glenridding and made the hour-long ascent of Sheffield Pike – and […]
It was snowing when we went to bed. In the morning it was white-washed Narnia. We walked, in the take-your-breath-away cold, from Elterwater village along the Brathay to the lake. No-one was around bar a few hardy Herdwicks and this […]