“This is the true Lakeland of the fellwalker, the sort of terrain that calls him back time after time, the sort of memory that haunts his long winter exile.
It is not the pretty places - the flowery lanes of Grasmere or Derwentwatrer's wooded bays - that keep him restless in his bed, it is the magnificent ones.
Places like Great End…”  -  Alfred Wainwright








English Mountain Walks