The Howgills: Descending from The Calf 13/1/24
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Unpopular opinion, but I actually love going on a misty, low-cloud hike that promises no views.
Today was one of those days, exploring the Howgills for the first time with the walking group Summit Good, none the wiser on what the views actually look like from up there.
(The Howgills are the fells nestled between the Lake District Fells and the Pennines that you see from the M6 near Tebay, which signify that you’re near your holiday destination in the Lakes, or near home like me)
There is definitely something to indulging in that almost insular, claustrophobic feeling, when you forget that you are actually up in the fells with beautiful scenery only a cloud away.
I used to get so frustrated when that happened, wishing I could witness the view that was captured in the photo that inspired the hike in the first place. It’s taken time to realise that I was, in those moments, putting more emphasis on that view than anything else. Sometimes, when all a hike does is bring gorgeous scenery and easy conditions, you’re almost unaware of its power and the respect that it deserves.
Somewhere else in the Howgills 13/1/24
Perhaps this is what I enjoy about winter hiking, when the fells remind us that we’re in their territory, and we have to play by their rules. We can’t have it our way all the time. They almost demand that we be more present, more mindful, and more connected with the experience.
We are forced to look around us and take in the lay of the land, to be aware of our surroundings as we navigate in the mist and other challenging conditions.
On those hikes, you cannot separate yourself from the weather. You have to be conscious of it; when it changes, and how to respond. And I find that I get the most enjoyment out of these walks when I let go of any resistance and fully indulge in what emotions they evoke.
Very cute and friendly fell ponies on the ascent to Arant Haw 13/1/24
I love embracing that annoyance at the lack of scenery, the frustration at your not-so waterproof trousers, and the anger at the relentless wind. And I really love indulging in that insular misty weather that makes you feel just a little bit low and dark. When the cloud breaks for one brief moment, you are reminded that there is beauty all around you, even if you can’t quite see it yet. But you can feel it, if you allow yourself to do so.
Yes, I see metaphors in everything.
Life is full of different emotions, and the fells are a really great reminder that there is beauty and necessity in experiencing all of them. We just need accept them and let them be.
Love, Becca xx