Losing my innocence on Wainwrights’ fells

It was a late-October day in 2003 when I climbed my first Wainwright fell. Not that I knew at the time. Not that I cared. I was among a group¬†of five university friends, who – without the benefit of a map – had crawled up the side of Lingmell. I forged ahead and summited¬†alone, unwittingly…