Hiking the Yorkshire 3 Peaks

On a cool and cloudy September morning last year, my partner and I rose before dawn, waking up in the misty chill of the first morning light. We set out on a long, challenging day of hiking, leaving our little tent in a campsite nestled in the Yorkshire Dales.

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A train crossing the Ribblehead Viaduct at the start of our long day of hiking

The UK has two “3 Peaks” challenges. In the national one, you climb Ben Nevis (the Cairngorms, Scotland), Scafell Pike (the Lake District, England) and Snowdon / Yr Wyddfa (Wales) in under 24 hours.

As the mountains are far apart, with at least 7.5 hours of driving between Ben Nevis and Snowdon, my brother describes it as “mostly motorway driving with some mountains in between!”

For the Yorkshire 3 Peaks, hiking between the mountains is part of the route. A circular route, summiting the peaks of Pen-y-Ghent, Ingleborough and Whernside, runs for 24 miles and encompasses 1,600 metres of elevation. To put that into scale, the Burj Khalifa in Dubai – the tallest building in the world to date – stands at 828 metres.

Hiking up Whernside. A ribbon of path for miles.

Our 2023 ascent of the 3 Peaks was the second time completing the challenge. We had already hiked it a year prior, but the real challenge is hiking it in under 12 hours. Our 2022 time came in at 13 hours, 5 minutes, so we decided to return and attempt to meet the 12-hour threshold.

At this point, I should add I had done very little preparation, unlike my partner, who is a marathon-fit runner. A few months before, in May 2023, we had spent 10 days hiking the Greek island of Corfu from south to north, but any stamina that I had built up waned quickly. I’m sure that a training plan in the summer would have helped me be more resilient for the Peaks.

Descending Whernside (the first peak)

At the end of the day, we finished by hiking 24.86 miles in 12 hours, 42 minutes. I’m still determined to go back and improve on my time — third time lucky!

On the day, I went through a whole range of emotions. Being on the trail, surrounded by chirping skylarks and passing only 2 or 3 other hikers during the whole day, I felt a peace like no other. I only ever feel this sense of true relaxation when I’m away from any sign of civilization – no traffic noise or advertising or electricity pylons.

Towards Ingleborough, our second peak of the day

But I haven’t yet hiked long distances without feeling some level of physical and mental exhaustion. I remember vividly sitting down on a bridge and removing my hiking boots for a moment’s rest. My feet weren’t blistered, but the soles simply hurt from the impact of walking on stony tracks for miles and miles. Standing up again and starting to walk was so much harder, it probably would have been best to just keep on going.

My goal next time is to really observe and sit with the discomfort without trying to fight against it. It’s interesting to me how physical challenges can have such an impact on your mood. My partner has observed that I tend to go quiet and retreat inwards – this also happens to me when I need food or water!

On my way up Ingleborough (peak 2). Rounding the corner but not at the top yet!

The weather was an added challenge. In 2022, we had blue sky and could see for miles. But last year, we had poor visibility from the start, so we wore anoraks to avoid getting soaked from the damp mist. I prefer not to feel weighed down so, when possible, I just wore my lightweight hiking T-shirt and walking trousers.

A tough climb up Pen-y-Ghent, our last peak. Exhausted by this point.

I hope for many more long-distance walks (we’re planning a Greek island route in spring 2025) and to work hard on my fitness and strength, given some health challenges I have with my hip and knee. I’m very reluctant to start having regular steroid injections, although I did have one before hiking in Corfu and the effect was great, albeit short-lived and temporary relief.

The 3 Peaks Challenge in 2024, here we come!

Have you ever done a long-distance hike or run? What tips would you give someone who’s new to endurance activities?

Tattoos and talismans: journeying with Little My

Daily writing prompt
What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?

In the first lockdown in 2020, I contemplated getting a tattoo after restrictions were lifted. The catch being, of course, that it was easy to think of going ahead with it when it wasn’t an actual, serious possibility.

We’re now almost four years to the day since that strange, hushed, other-worldly spring. And I still do not have any tattoos. The sheer permanence of it is off-putting. And, as that’s what tattoos are all about, I doubt I’ll ever get one.

But, if I did, I would choose to have a small black-and-white image of Little My, a memorable character from the Moomin series by the Finnish author Tove Jansson, inked above my ankle.

I was introduced to the Moomins and Moominvalley as a child and have loved them ever since. I have particular affection for Little My, as my siblings likened me to her when I was the (I suspect, annoying at times) little sister. And, like Little My, I’m a natural redhead.

She’s known for her fiery personality, outspokenness and bravery. She has deep affection, protectiveness and loyalty for those she loves, and a sense of what is right.

I added a Little My badge to my backpack when preparing for a challenging 10-day hike from the south to the north of Corfu, Greece, in 2023. A talisman of determination to carry with me!

What tattoo would you get, and why? Have you read the Moomins?

Rediscovering my blogging voice, or, hello, it’s me!

Somewhere along the way, I put down my blogging pen and didn’t pick it up again. I wrote here in this space for six years, rarely missing a week. A fact which, now, is quite remarkable to me, given that I was writing through big life phases: starting university, going through the anticipatory grief of (almost) losing my mother at the age of 19, caring for her while she recovered, dealing with the trauma and anxiety that this experience provoked, and beginning my first graduate job at a research consultancy (fun fact: my blog helped me get that job).

Through all of that, I somehow kept writing. Two of my posts were ‘Freshly Pressed’ – chosen by the WordPress editors to feature on their front page. And I made blog connections along the way, several of whom are friends to this day and have become off-WordPress friends, with real-life meetings, WhatsApp messages, emails, letters and Zoom calls.

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Popping up to say hello (photo from an intrepid hiking trip in Greece, summer 2023)

It’s seven years since I paused writing here, and those years can change a person. I’m in my 30s now, more confident of myself but still questioning – I don’t think that big life questions ever really stop. In the past seven years, I’ve travelled, achieved an English teaching qualification and a master’s degree, been promoted in my job, and found the love of my life.

I’ve kept my toe in the WordPress world, reading the posts from my blog network and occasionally thinking about starting up a new blog. A fresh space. A different look.

But there’s nothing like home comforts, and you know me here, so I’ve decided to do a little spring cleaning, dust it off and get back to writing.

I write for a living, but in a very different context to this blog. This is a creative space, and the only editor is me!

My interests are still much the same as they were when I was last writing: travel, books, nature, films, art, food, culture… So, this space still fits. You can expect to see posts on all of those topics and a few others. I hope you’ll join me.

Puppy love: one year later

So, here I find myself at the computer, searching for ‘dog waterproof jumpsuit’ on Google. Because whatever niche product you want to buy, the internet is bound to have it.

In all seriousness, winter is coming. And the beautiful spaniel puppy I brought home a year ago this month has grown into an equally beautiful but very long-haired adult dog.

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Books I Read in August

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I love the style of classic Penguin covers (photo by Karim Ghantous on Unsplash)

It was a slow summer for reading. As I mentioned before, I filled a lot of the time I’d usually spend reading with my first viewing of Mad Men. Seven seasons, 92 episodes, and now it’s over I’m still suffering withdrawal symptoms! 😀

But I did find the time to read Elena Ferrante’s ‘Neapolitan Novels’ between July and August and I blogged about the series in my July reading round-up: Continue reading

The greatest TV show of all time*

*well, at least in my subjective opinion. Yours may differ.

Warning: this post contains a mild Mad Men spoiler about the career path of one of the main characters. 


I’ve always been more of a movie person than someone who’ll sit down and watch a TV series in one go. I love the big screen and a movie requires less time investment than watching hours upon hours of one series. But I’m not here to discuss the merits of movies over TV, or vice versa.

I just finished marathon-watching the whole of Mad Men for the first time: all 92 episodes from June to August. Now it’s over, I’m missing my nightly fix of a few episodes watched back to back. After spending all that time with the same cast of characters, watching them grow and change, I think any other series will be somewhat underwhelming. After all, Mad Men is regarded as one of the greatest TV shows of all time. It’s pretty hard for anything else to live up to that, right? Continue reading

Books I Read in July

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Naples, Italy. Photo credit: Montse Monmo

In July I started reading Elena Ferrante’s Neapolitan Novels. Set primarily in Naples, the four-part series follows two friends — Elena Greco and Raffaella (known as Lila) Cerullo — from childhood through to their sixties.

These books are bestsellers and have drawn global acclaim, but one of the great mysteries behind them is the true identity of the author. Elena Ferrante is a pseudonym, and there has been a lot of speculation about the person behind the nom de plume.

Last year, the New York Review of Books published a piece by an Italian journalist who claimed to have outed Ferrante’s identity. Given that she published her books with the repeated desire to remain anonymous, I feel that the media frenzy over uncovering her identity is in poor taste. It’s certainly unusual for bestselling authors to avoid publicity, but Ferrante clearly has reasons for wishing to write under a pseudonym. Continue reading

Books I Read in June

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Photo credit: Nicola Jones

June was one of those months when I hardly read anything. I can blame some of my reading slump on the fact that I signed up to Netflix and started watching Mad Men. I’d heard a lot about it but I hadn’t seen a single episode…until now. I’m mid-way through season three (out of seven seasons).

While it’s easy, relaxing viewing, I’m also enjoying watching how the characters develop as society changes. For me, Peggy is the most interesting character as she evolves from a timid young secretary to a confident working woman. I’m intrigued to see where all the characters will end up in season seven. No spoilers please! Are there any Mad Men fans among my readers?

When I wasn’t watching Mad Men, I read a couple of books in June: Do Not Say We Have Nothing by Madeleine Thien and The Durrells of Corfu by Michael Haag. Continue reading

Musings on a Summer Evening

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Last Night the Rain Spoke To Me
By Mary Oliver

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,

what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again

in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,

smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches

and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing

under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,

and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment,
at which moment

my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars

and the soft rain—
imagine! imagine!
the wild and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.


As I go out of the door, taking my dog on the last walk of the day, my boot crushes a snail. I hear the sharp crunch and lift my boot, but it is too late. It’s pretty, with a yellow and brown striped shell. Not your average, drab common garden snail. Continue reading

A Dog – and Blog – Birthday

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Aimée is one today. The little three-month-old puppy we brought home in September has grown up into a beautiful, long-coated adult dog. Despite technically being out of puppyhood now, she isn’t trustworthy yet, as shown by her decision yesterday to take one of my best shoes off the shoe rack. Fortunately, I rescued it before she did any damage! Continue reading