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The Icknield Way Between November 2017 and November 2018, I walked the Icknield Way. It took nine days. I would like to have walked the Way in one glorious rush, but other commitments meant my Icknield Way days were spread over a year; in the end I was glad of it. I met the path […]

  Head out of the window at the opening hour  to a white sky,  white silk sea.   Scrawl a note, leave it on the landing. ‘Gone for swim. Back soon. Love mum xxxx’   It’s warm, so just bikini, skirt and sandals,  the summer luxury of nearly nothing. Step out of the front door […]

I don’t usually come to Keswick. In the Easdale valley, my usual destination, I know where I am. Paths are dear and familiar; even in the snow I have a reasonable idea of my location. But this year I travel to the northern fells, rarely visited as adult or child. To continue on the train […]