Neil Sowerby considers the hikes of winter past and present on a trip to the lakes
Unforgettable and scary, our first visit to Grasmere. Two green kids, unrehearsed in the challenges of mountains, learning the hard way. No illustrated Wainwright map for us as we tackled a route the signpost warned us was ‘unofficial’. Stray off it we inevitably did as the mists descended, the sodden sheep eyeing us as if we were doomed and then scattering as early dusk descended.
We were well and truly lost, so decided the only escape was to clamber down a stream bed