Well just bloody keep up will you please BT. Lifes hard enough without having to hold your hand.
I can always rely on you sinkov to have the last word.
Well just bloody keep up will you please BT. Lifes hard enough without having to hold your hand.
Technically your favourite scramble is a hill not a fell.
Not many hills in the Lake District BT, they are usually called fells, howes, pikes etc. These are old Norse names.
There is actually only one lake in the Lake District - Bassenthwaite Lake.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cumbrian_toponymy
In Scotland they have bens instead of hills and glens instead of valleys etc.
In Britain a mountain is a summit of 600 metres or more (about 2000 feet) but smaller summits are allowed if they are particularly steep.
I know 1959_60, I just like messing with sinkov and I'm certain the pleasure is mutual.
Just for the record, from about the ages of 30 - 55 there was hardly ever a week went by when I was not up in the Cumbrian fells.
I liked it so much we had a second property up there, if I had not divorced that is where I would probably still be. Blencathra remains my favourite, I have ascended it from just about every available option.
Do you not miss the fells BT?
and puts things into perspective.
It really clears your head up there.
Yes, Blencathra is a favorite of mine too. I've not tackled Sharp Edge yet though!
Doing the Wainwrights takes you to places you may not normally consider, and some of the walks have been gems.
I too have walked in the Lakes since my ****s but we always headed for the famous ones like Scafell, Helvellyn etc.
I retired last year and zeroed our summits, we are up to 85 now and every one of them has been special.
Get yer boots on!
Oddest tale ever sinkov.
We had booked in a hotel in Temple Sowerby with some friends and our kids from Christmas Eve through Boxing Day.
Christmas morning my mate says let's all do Scafell Pike and have a cracking dinner instead of lunch. Our host agreed and off we went!
Time was obviously not on our side and we really gave it a rip to get to the top. Biting cold with snow on the ground but eminently passable.
Two hours plus of real toil and we hit the summit. In the cairn on the top of Scafell Pike were gathered about 150 lunatics having Christmas lunch with wine and the trimmings. I kid you not!
"............Two hours plus of real toil and we hit the summit. In the cairn on the top of Scafell Pike were gathered about 150 lunatics having Christmas lunch with wine and the trimmings. I kid you not!"
That's certainly a lot of effort to get to the local Labour Party meeting ---on Christmas Day too ---wow!!
I was that knackered I could not even think of calling a meeting. Perhaps next time..?