We're just back from a quick yomp across Lakeland's best-known scramble - some snaps.
My first traverse of Striding Edge was on an (old school!) school trip c. 1990 at the tender age of 13 or so. A select group of the more adventurously inclined got to do the walk, with an experienced local guide, in decidedly murky conditions. It wasn't until the evening back at the hostel that the guide produced a postcard showing us what we'd traversed that the panic attacks started...
Posted: 12/09/2009 at 15:11
This article seems to sum up just how bad OM has got. we now have trip reports of a walk up a fell with the kind of blurry photos I'd expect from my mum.
oh dear.
Posted: 12/09/2009 at 22:09