Deer and Detours (Wealdway: Tonbridge to Uckfield)

Sunday: Tonbridge to Ashdown Forest

I got off the train at Tonbridge, and was immediately struck by the relative cold compared with both home and London. It was also trying to rain, but thankfully without much success.  I’d planned this walk to fit nicely in a period of forecast dry weather and really didn’t fancy another couple of days sloshing through endless mud. Continue reading Deer and Detours (Wealdway: Tonbridge to Uckfield)

Finishing Off the Northern Fells – Part 3: Carrock Fell

Tuesday

The sense of aborting my foray into the Western Fells in favour of getting the Northern Fells to 100% soon became even more obvious. With today being travelling home day, there wasn’t much else I could do that hadn’t already been done, and Carrock Fell was, sort of, on the way home. The forecast for today was lovely, almost the inverse of the previous day as if the sky had run out of crap to throw down upon the earth and needed time out to reload. Continue reading Finishing Off the Northern Fells – Part 3: Carrock Fell

Finishing off the Northern Fells – Part 2: Blencathra & Friends

Friday

The forecast for the weekend was poor, maybe even bordering on lunacy, and was the main reason why we’d decided not to camp this time out, preferring instead the security of hostels and especially the chances they afforded to get dry and warm after a day out on the fells dicing with the conditions.

Today we could expect 40-65 mph winds and negligible visibility on the summits themselves. And today we’d be burdened with all of our stuff at a time when the plan said we’d have to get over the highest point on the whole trip. No pressure then. Continue reading Finishing off the Northern Fells – Part 2: Blencathra & Friends

Finishing off the Northern Fells – Part 1: Souther Fell

The bus shook as the first evidence of the weekend’s weather forecast collided with the moving vehicle. And today was supposed to be a “good” day. The bus dropped me off at Scales and I set off along a lane to the path that paralleled Comb Beck for the climb into Mousthwaite Comb. Continue reading Finishing off the Northern Fells – Part 1: Souther Fell

Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud (Wealdway: Gravesend to Tonbridge)

It’s not often that I get this excited about a walk in the days leading up to it, and I don’t think it’s ever happened for a local walk. But I sat there at the weekend, finalising the route map for the Wealdway and giving some thought to where I might camp on the first night, and the desire to simply be out on the walk was huge and getting bigger. Continue reading Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud (Wealdway: Gravesend to Tonbridge)

escaping to the hills and painting them

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