
Some years ago I was staying at a farm house at Eskdale in the Lake District where, coincidentally, another chap was staying whom I’d met there the previous year. I went there frequently, he went there at a particular part of the year, every year. I think it was July. We got to discussing where we’d been and what we’d seen, and neither of us had explored the walking at Kentmere. This was the final…

As I review my activity this year we’re having day after day of thick grey clouds and rain. The temperature is mild but all else is grim. Last year was bad but this year has been worse. There were floods back in May and there are floods again now in December. It’s hard to write something upbeat so I’m not going to attempt it. As I write – this is completely truthful – the rain…