Mountain Life

It's felt great, over the last few months getting out on the hill as much as I have. I’d forgotten what it was like to be standing on the fells every week. A lot of this sudden explosion in hill going is down to doing my ML. It puts a new leash of life on things. Every step I make seems to be one step closer to the rest of my life, and it feels fantastic. 3 years ago I would head out on the sunniest of days, and roam around the Lakeland fells with a map in hand always able to see the outlying peaks, it got to a point where I knew the outlying areas and would spend a 12 hour day with the map at the bottom of my bag. At that point I think I felt an acceptance from the hills, I knew them from every angle and would show my face on a regular basis, visiting them on my days off, like I would with my Grandma as a small child.

But this time it’s slightly different. I go out looking for poor visibility and tricky nav situations, where I can’t see my outlying area. I rome the hills at night finding small features way off the beaten track. Life in the hills again, has come back better than ever before. In the past; a week has been measure by how far I’d ran or how many pull ups I’d done. This time it’s measured on where I’ve been and the adventures I’ve had. It fills me with pride when I can tell someone how much I’ve been out and can speak of big adventures like they’re standard everyday aspects of my life. The colder and wetter I am, the warmer I feel when I come through the front door.

Though one thing I must get into the habit of is taking more photos....