LAKE DISTRICT
A nostalgic return
Sunday Mirror
FOR WHOM THE FELLS TOLL
Sometimes, revisiting somewhere can spoil memories. People and places change rapidly, different eyes look out onto different landscapes.
That may have been one of the reasons why I’d never returned to the Lake District. Being packed off alone on a bus at 8 years old to visit my maternal grandfather was a seminal moment in my then short life. He’d moved to Lancashire to be near Britain’s most famous national park, and as he showed me around, his love for the Lakes rubbed off on me.
I was awed by the raw beauty of the landscape. I’d never seen anything like it. It instilled in me a love for mountains which has stayed with me forever since, inspiring me to visit ranges all over the world – yet for some reason never to return to where it’d all started.
