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…

Mountain travel: why running trumps walking

I can’t remember the last time I went to the mountains to go for a walk. The idea is absurd. Why walk when you can run? As I descended (a running descent!) to the Nan Bield Pass in the Far Eastern Fells of the Lake District, a walker going up remarked: ‘I don’t know how…