Wainwright Walk 10 – Helvellyn to White Side

Earlier this year, whilst Rowan was off gallivanting with his Anma and Grandpa, Rick and I decided to go for a big walk.  Rick had always fancied climbing Helvellyn, preferably by the edges, but we were taking Rocky and Pebble with us.  A few years back, during a walk by a local canal, they had both fallen in, so Striding Edge was deemed to be just n0t suitable for our giddy furry pair.  Instead, we decided walk the Helvellyn range, south to north for a brilliant high level walk.

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Allan Bank – Bluebells and Woodland Creatures

Running up to getting married in Coniston earlier this year, we were up in the Lakes for meetings with the hotel on several occasions. After one, much shorter than expected, visit to the venue, we found ourselves with some free time but no walking gear to venture onto the fells with. We decided to make our way to Grasmere to visit Allan Bank, former home to William Wordsworth and Canon Rawnsley (one of the founders of the National Trust)

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Wainwright Walk 8 – Return to the Kentmere Round

Around nine months after first walking the Kentmere Round, I found myself back in the South Lakes ready to walk those hills again.  This time, I was with Sarah and her gorgeous rescue staffie, Chester, a.k.a. Chester the Adventure Dog.  On my first wander over the Kentmere Round, Kathryn and I added in High Street (the route of which you can read in more detail here).  Today, we would follow more or less the same paths, except instead of High Street, we would add on Gray Crag instead.

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Almost Bow Fell – A Windy Day Out

During the last months of 2017, I made plans to get up to the Lakes for a solo walk.  I’m pretty cautious regarding the weather when I go on my own, and it seemed that every time I made plans to go, near gale force winds were forecast and I would end up cancelling at the last minute.  After the third time of postponing it occurred to me that I didn’t actually know what it felt like to walk in 30 – 40 miles per hour winds.  After a chat with Rick, I decided I would head up anyway.  If it was too windy for me to feel safe, I would turn back and take myself for a nice low level wander somewhere.

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