I’ve wanted to climb Mt Washington in the winter for almost a decade now, ever since I first hiked in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. In the summer, it’s easy to reach by car up the long auto-road, but in winter it’s quite another journey: above the treeline in the Whites is a truly special place, scoured by strong winds, dotted with boulders, and subject to rapidly changing weather and visibility.
We spent a few days around Christmas hiking in the snowy Lake District.
Cecilia and Rhys organized a last minute trip to the Lakes before the UK descends into total lockdown. We swapped wild camping for glamping, including a gas stove with two burners and a big tent.
We camped on the limestone pavement and explored the numerous “Angerholme Pots” on the eastern flank. On Sunday we checked out the disappointing shakeholes on the western flank,
It had been a long time since I’d stayed at Greenclose Cottage, the caving “hut” run by the Northern Pennine Club in the Yorkshire Dales. Rhys and I booked in for the long weekend, and planned an ambitious schedule of caving, climbing, cycling, canyoning and hiking, only three of which actually happened.
We camped for two nights in the caldera of a mega volcano, which gouged out this fantastic 15 km wide bowl in “the most violent episode in British History” [The BMC, clearly unaware of the scenes outside the Fulham Spoons on a Saturday night].
A windy, wintry, snowy hike to Notkarspitze. Originally planned for five people, two buddies dropped out before the hike, leaving us as myself, Alex and Johanna.
A mid-week jaunt up Pleisenspitze with Andy. This was my first hike in Munich when I arrived in March , and it’s an easy way to gain some serious height and use public transport.
A weekend of winter hiking with my parents and brother in Austria and Bavaria
A weekend of climbing and hiking in Austria.