Following sheep trails...
I learned a long time ago that by far the best way to traverse lakeland is to follow the little worn sheep trails which crisscross their way over the fells, completely ignoring the 'red-dashed line' which cuts across the map at every available angle. For all their stupidity, sheep certainly have an intelligence which is second to none when it comes to crossing the fells. The trails are also not really used by tourists so you're almost certainly guarenteed a quiet day away from the beaten track, following a rather interesting route up though the rocky outcrops and crags. Of course, Mya didn't bother to follow the trails too strictly as other things clearly smelled far more interesting, but s

The journey begins...
After literally years of gaining the relevant experiences, having foolish adventures and gathering inspiration...coupled with the small fact that my girlfriend has moved away to another country to do her A-levels and that the winter is slowly stealing away my summer evenings; I've finally started putting pen to paper to embark on this literary adventure into a world which is entirely my own, where words will always struggle to capture the magic of the fells and pictures cannot begin to do justice to their majestic beauty.I have gained fantastic inspiration from fellow Barrovian and mountaineer Arthur Harry Griffin, usually known in print as A. Harry Griffin, who was born i