Striding Edge – Lake District. If there is any doubt about the Lake District being simple wonderful take a look at the photographs taken one spectacular morning when all conditions came together for photography heaven. No, I did not take the pictures.

I walked Striding Edge as a thirteen year old. We came up from the south, a school party of noisy teenagers, on the train. We finished the journey by steam train on the last leg from Kendal to Windermere. I’ve probably mentioned this trip before. The whole experience. The train journey, being up north in a different country almost, and the fells. All new to me. They, the fells of Cumbria, remain to this day all new, ever renewing. Who would have thought I’d be staying within striking distance of Striding Edge. Not that I would go up there alone.