Five Days in the Lake District: A Winter Pilgrimage
Why the Lakes hit different when the tourists have gone home
There's a particular silence in the Lake District in winter. Not the awkward silence of an empty room, but the charged stillness of a landscape catching its breath. The summer crowds have retreated to their cities. The ice cream vans are hibernating. The narrow lanes—those single-track roads with grass growing down the middle—belong once again to the locals, the sheep, and the occasional fool who thought driving a caravan in December was a good idea.
I've been coming here every winter for fifteen years. Not for the Instagram moments or the tick-box tourism. I come because January in Grasmere smells of woodsmoke and wet wool, because the pubs actually have space at the bar, and because there's no better place to remember why the British have been running away to the Lakes since the Romantics first made it fashionable.
This isn't a guide for soft souls who want their wilderness with a side of central heating. The Lake District in winter demands respect. The weather can turn in minutes. The fells can kill the unprepared. But give it that respect, and it repays you with empty ridge walks, fireside pints that taste like salvation, and the kind of light that makes photographers weep into their tripods.
The Brutal Truth About Winter in the Lakes
Let's get the warnings out of the way first, because I don't want you becoming another Mountain Rescue statistic I'll read about in the Westmorland Gazette.
The days are short. December gives you maybe seven hours of usable light. Sunrise hovers around 8:30 AM, and by 3:45 PM you'd better be off the high ground or carrying a torch you trust with your life. The weather—locals call it "four seasons in one day," which is Cumbrian for "pack everything from sunscreen to avalanche kit."
Temperatures typically sit between 0°C and 8°C, but wind chill on the tops can make it feel like -15°C. I've had days where my water bottle froze solid in my pack between the summit and the valley. I've also had Christmas Eves where I sat outside a pub in a t-shirt, watching clouds drift across a blue sky. The Lakes don't do predictable.
But here's what they give you in return: empty trails. Parking spaces at popular trailheads. The chance to stand on a summit and hear nothing but wind and the occasional croak of a raven. Hotel rates drop by half. The locals, freed from the tyranny of summer tourism, have time to talk.
If you're expecting a gentle winter wonderland with carol singers and hot chocolate, go to a Christmas market in Manchester. The Lake District in winter is raw, demanding, and occasionally miserable. It's also the only time this place feels honestly itself.
Day 1: Windermere — The Gateway Lie
Windermere isn't really the Lake District. It's the Lake District's gift shop—the place where coaches disgorge tourists who want the Instagram photo without the wet feet. But it's where most people arrive, and it has its uses if you know where to look.
Morning: The Lie of the Lake
Start here: Bowness Bay, 54.3645°N, -2.9189°W
Walk the lakeside path south toward Ferry House. It's three miles one way, dead flat, and in summer it's a moving pavement of people wearing inappropriate footwear. In winter, you might see a dozen souls. The bare trees give you views across the water that summer hides behind leaves. On clear days, the Coniston Fells rise up like broken teeth on the horizon.
The path passes through woodland where nuthatches hammer at bark and treecreepers spiral up trunks. In winter, without the canopy, you spot them easily. Bring binoculars. The lake itself hosts wintering wildfowl—goldeneyes, tufted ducks, the occasional whooper swan that's flown down from Iceland because even swans have enough sense to leave Iceland in winter.
At Ferry House, you've got two options: catch the car ferry back (£4.50 if you're driving, free on foot, runs every 20 minutes in winter) or retrace your steps. I'd recommend the round trip. Six miles is enough to justify the pub lunch you've got coming.
Afternoon: The Potter Problem
The World of Beatrix Potter Attraction, The Old Laundry, Crag Brow, Bowness LA23 3BX. 015394 88444. Winter hours: 10:00 AM - 4:30 PM, last entry 3:30 PM. £9.50 adults, £4.95 children.
Here's the thing about Beatrix Potter: she was hard as nails. Yes, she wrote stories about bunnies in jackets, but she was also a fierce conservationist who bought up farmland to stop developers, a mycologist whose scientific work was dismissed because she was a woman, and a sheep farmer who won prizes at agricultural shows well into her seventies. The fluffy bunny stuff was just how she paid for the sheep.
The attraction itself is... fine. It's primarily for children, and if you don't have any in tow, you might feel like you're intruding on someone else's birthday party. But the craftsmanship is impressive—every scene is hand-crafted, every detail faithful to her illustrations. The winter advantage is queue-free entry. In August, people wait an hour. In January, you walk straight in.
The garden, even frost-dusted, has charm. The shop is genuinely excellent for gifts—Potter-themed items that aren't entirely embarrassing to give to adults.
Late Afternoon: Orrest Head — The Reality Check
Before dinner, walk up Orrest Head. Start from Windermere Station. It's 1.5 miles round trip, takes an hour, and climbs about 200 meters.
Alfred Wainwright—whose guidebooks are the bible of Lake District walking—said his first Lakeland view from Orrest Head "cast a spell that would last a lifetime." That was in 1930, when he was 23 and probably wearing a tweed suit. The view is still good: Windermere stretching south, the Coniston Fells beyond, Morecambe Bay glinting in the distance on clear days.
But here's what the guidebooks don't tell you: the top is usually windy enough to blow the fillings out of your teeth. The bench is cold. And the view, while pleasant, is nothing compared to what you'll see later in the week if you follow this itinerary properly.
Bring a thermos. Sit for ten minutes if you can bear it. Then retreat to the warmth I've got planned for you.
Evening: The Angel Inn — Fire and Redemption
The Angel Inn, Helm Road, Bowness-on-Windermere LA23 3BU. 015394 44033. angelinnbowness.co.uk.
This is a 17th-century coaching inn that hasn't changed its essential nature in four centuries. The floors are slate. The beams are black with age. There are at least three fires burning at any given moment, and the nooks between them are the best real estate in the house.
Order the Cumberland sausage. It's £14.95, comes with mash and onion gravy, and it's made with local pork from pigs that definitely had opinions about things. The Lakeland lamb hotpot (£17.50) is proper Cumbrian Herdwick—those hardy sheep that cling to the fells like they were born there, which they were. The sticky toffee pudding (£6.95) is the reason the British invented winter.
To drink: Jennings Cumberland Ale, brewed in Cockermouth since 1828, or mulled wine if they've got a pot simmering. The bar staff know their business. Ask them about the weather forecast—they'll give you more useful information than the Met Office.
Book ahead. Even in winter, this place fills with locals who know value.
Day 2: Grasmere — Wordsworth's Ghost
Grasmere is where the Lake District stops pretending to be about tourism and becomes something more complicated. This is where William Wordsworth lived, wrote some of his best poetry, and is now buried. It's also where a woman named Sarah Nelson invented gingerbread in 1854 and created a cult that persists to this day.
Morning: Dove Cottage — The Poet's Poverty
Dove Cottage, Grasmere LA22 9SH. 015394 35544. wordsworth.org.uk. Winter hours: 9:30 AM - 4:00 PM, closed Dec 24-26 and Jan 1. £12.50 adults, includes the museum.
Wordsworth lived here from 1799 to 1808, his most productive period. He wrote "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" (the daffodils poem) in these rooms, along with much of his best work. He lived here with his sister Dorothy, who kept journals that are often better reading than her brother's poetry, and later his wife Mary.
The cottage is tiny—smaller than most modern garages. The ceilings are low. The windows are small. The butter cellar stays cold because a stream runs underneath it. In winter, with the dim light and the small rooms, you get a genuine sense of how they lived: cramped, cold, and intensely focused on the landscape outside.
The guided tours are knowledgeable but brief—about 30 minutes. The museum next door has manuscripts, first editions, and Dorothy's journals. Read her description of daffodils by the lake: "They tossed and reeled and danced, and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them." William stole that image for his poem, as brothers do.
Late Morning: St. Oswald's — The Grave
Walk to St. Oswald's Church, just up the lane. It's 13th century in parts, simple and dignified inside. The churchyard contains the Wordsworth family graves—William, Mary, Dorothy, and various children who died too young, which was the 19th century's speciality.
The grave is plain. People leave daffodils even in December, which seems optimistically premature. The actual epitaph is simple, though guidebooks will tell you fanciful stories about what it says. Stand here for a moment. You're standing where English Romanticism is buried.
Lunch: The Gingerbread Obsession
Sarah Nelson's Gingerbread Shop, Church Cottage, Grasmere LA22 9SW. 015394 35428.
This shop is the size of a generous cupboard. It occupies the former village school where Wordsworth once taught. In summer, the queue stretches down the lane. In winter, you might wait five minutes.
The gingerbread itself is neither cake nor biscuit. It's crumbly, spicy, slightly sticky, and completely unique. Sarah Nelson invented it in 1854 and took the recipe to her grave. The current bakers claim to follow her method exactly. Who knows if they do? But the result is excellent.
£4.50 for a small pack, £8 for large. The rum butter—traditional Cumbrian preserve—is worth the extra. Buy the gift tins if you need presents for people you don't entirely dislike.
Afternoon: Rydal Mount — Success and Gardens
Rydal Mount, Rydal LA22 9LU. 015394 33002. rydalmount.co.uk. Winter hours: 10:00 AM - 4:00 PM, last entry 3:30 PM. £9.50 adults.
After lunch, walk or drive the 1.5 miles to Rydal Mount. This is where Wordsworth lived from 1813 until his death in 1850—a much grander house than Dove Cottage, reflecting his growing fame and income. He designed the gardens himself, terracing the hillside to create viewpoints over Rydal Water.
The house is preserved as it was in his time. His attic study, where he worked in later years, has views that would make anyone want to write poetry. The gardens are worth walking even in winter—winter-flowering shrubs, bare trees that reveal views hidden in summer, the sense of a man who understood how to place himself in a landscape.
Walk it off: The Rydal Water circuit. Two miles, one hour, easy going. Follow the path from the house down to the lake shore, past the boathouse, along the Coffin Route (the path where corpses were carried from Rydal to Grasmere for burial before Rydal got its own church). The lake is small, atmospheric, often mist-hung in winter. Red squirrels live in the woods. Roe deer ghost through the trees.
Evening: The Drunken Duck — The Name's Origin
The Drunken Duck, Barngates, Ambleside LA22 0NG. 015394 36347. drunkenduckinn.co.uk.
The name comes from a story about a duck that fell into a beer barrel and was found apparently dead the next morning. The innkeeper, being a practical woman, plucked it for the pot. The duck woke up, indignant and naked, and lived out its days as a pub mascot wearing a knitted sweater. Whether this actually happened is disputed. The pub leans into it regardless.
This is serious food in a serious setting. Multiple fires. Flagstone floors. The kind of comfortable chairs that make you consider missing your train home. The Herdwick lamb (£24) is slow-roasted until it falls apart at the sight of a fork. The Cumberland ale rarebit (£8 as a starter) is cheese on toast for people who've thought deeply about cheese on toast.
They brew their own beer on-site—Barngates Brewery. Try the "Tag Lag" or "Cracker." The whisky selection is extensive enough to require decisions you might regret.
Book. This place is popular with locals for good reason.
Day 3: Keswick — The Northern Capital
Keswick is where the Lake District gets serious about mountains. The town sits in the shadow of Skiddaw, England's fourth-highest peak, and serves as the gateway to the northern fells. It's also the place where they make pencils, which is less romantic but surprisingly interesting.
Morning: Pencils and Preparations
The Cumberland Pencil Museum, Southey Works, Keswick CA12 5NG. 017687 73626. pencils.co.uk. Winter hours: 9:30 AM - 4:00 PM. £5.95 adults.
Yes, it's a museum about pencils. No, I didn't expect to enjoy it either. But Keswick has been making pencils since 1832, and the story involves German refugees, secret wartime pencil factories producing hidden compasses for RAF pilots, and the world's largest pencil (eight meters long, if you're wondering).
The museum takes about an hour. It's surprisingly engaging. Plus, it's indoors and heated, which matters more than you'd think in a Keswick December.
Afterward, walk the town. Keswick has excellent outdoor shops—George Fisher on Main Street is the region's best, housed in a distinctive art nouveau building with an indoor climbing wall. The market square hosts a proper outdoor market on Thursdays and Saturdays. Winter markets have fewer vegetables, more hot food stalls, and a generally festive desperation.
Late Morning: Derwentwater — The Queen's Mirror
Derwentwater is often called the "Queen of the Lakes." It's ten miles around the shore, and the full circuit is a proper day's walk. For winter, with limited daylight, I recommend the western shore to Ashness Jetty—four miles round trip, 2-2.5 hours.
Start at the Keswick launch landings. Follow the lakeside path west through woodland. The path is well-maintained, relatively flat, and in winter you might share it with a handful of dog walkers and one serious hiker with poles. The views across the lake to the Borrowdale Fells open up as you go.
Ashness Jetty (54.5655°N, -3.1445°W) is one of the most photographed spots in the Lake District. The wooden jetty, the view of Skiddaw, the bronze bracken on the hillsides. In summer, photographers queue for the classic shot. In winter, you might have it to yourself for twenty minutes.
Afternoon: Surprise View — Actually Surprising
Continue uphill from Ashness Jetty to Surprise View. The name is not ironic—you genuinely don't expect the view that opens up. From the roadside parking area, a short walk leads to a viewpoint overlooking Derwentwater with the Borrowdale Fells beyond. On clear days you can see the Scafell range.
In winter, without leaves, the view is even more expansive. Snow on the surrounding fells creates drama. The low sun casts long shadows across the valley.
Optional: Continue along the narrow lane to Watendlath (54.5567°N, -3.1439°W), a remote hamlet with a packhorse bridge and a small tarn. The road is single-track with passing places, winding and nerve-wracking if you're driving. The payoff is profound isolation—a handful of houses, a tarn surrounded by fells on three sides, the sense of having reached somewhere that doesn't care whether you came.
Evening: The Dog & Gun — Goulash and Truth
The Dog & Gun, Lake Road, Keswick CA12 5DQ. 017687 73443.
This is my favorite pub in Keswick, possibly in the entire Lake District. It's small, unpretentious, and famous for two things: Hungarian goulash and an authentic Cumbrian atmosphere that hasn't been focus-grouped into oblivion.
The goulash (£13.95) is the real thing—rich, paprika-heavy, served with bread for mopping. The Cumberland sausage casserole (£12.95) comes in ale gravy with proper mash. The pies change daily and are always excellent.
The walls are covered with climbing memorabilia, photographs of local fells in various moods, and the accumulated decorations of decades. There's a fire. There are dogs (it's very dog-friendly, as the name suggests). There are locals who will talk to you if you don't seem like a complete idiot.
The whisky selection runs to fifty single malts. The Keswick Brewing Company ales are on tap—try "Thirst Rescue" or "Chase The Dragon."
Booking isn't usually necessary, but arrive before 7 PM to be safe.
Day 4: Ullswater — The Wild East
Ullswater is the Lake District's wild card. It's the second-largest lake but feels more remote than Windermere or Derwentwater. The eastern shore is undeveloped—just fells rising steeply from the water, woodland, and the occasional cluster of buildings. This is where Wordsworth saw the daffodils that inspired his most famous poem. This is where red deer still run in herds across the hillsides.
Morning: The Steamer — Necessary Nostalgia
Ullswater Steamers, Glenridding Pier, CA11 0US. 017684 82229. ullswater-steamers.co.uk.
The heritage vessels run a reduced winter schedule—typically 11:00 AM and 2:00 PM departures. A return to Howtown costs £12.50; the full run to Pooley Bridge is £18.
The heated cabins keep you warm while the landscape passes outside. The eastern shore is the attraction here—steep fells, bare trees in winter, red deer sometimes visible on the hillsides. The view of Helvellyn and the eastern fells is the best from the water.
Take the 11:00 AM sailing to Howtown. It takes about 40 minutes. Drink coffee. Watch the scenery. Try to spot deer.
Late Morning: The Walk Back — Commitment Required
At Howtown, you have two options. Option one: catch the return steamer. Option two: walk back to Glenridding along the Ullswater Way. Seven miles, 3-3.5 hours, moderate difficulty.
Do the walk. I know it's further than you planned. I know your legs are tired. But this is one of the finest low-level walks in the Lake District, and winter gives it to you without the summer crowds.
The path follows the lakeside through woodland and open fellside. Highlights include Sandwick Bay (shingle beach, views of the Helvellyn range), the boathouses at Sharrow Bay, and Silver Point with views down the full length of the lake. The path undulates but never climbs high—it's achievable winter walking if you're reasonably fit and have good boots.
Carry a headtorch as backup. Check sunset times. The path can be muddy after rain—that's Cumbrian for "expect to sink to your ankles at least twice."
Afternoon: Aira Force — Water and Ice
Aira Force, near Dockray, Penrith CA11 0JS. National Trust, free entry, £5 parking (£5.50 as of recent reports).
No visit to Ullswater is complete without seeing Aira Force. The waterfall drops 70 feet through a wooded ravine, and in winter, after heavy rain or snowmelt, it becomes a thundering torrent. After cold spells, the surrounding rocks ice over, creating a frozen frame around the falling water.
The short circular from the car park is one mile. Viewing bridges at the top and bottom give different perspectives. The woodland is National Trust-managed since 1846—conifers, moss-covered boulders, red squirrels if you're lucky and patient.
Photographers: bring a tripod. The classic long-exposure silky water effect requires stability. The wooden bridges provide the best vantage points.
Evening: Inn on the Lake — Views and Comfort
The Ramblers Bar, Inn on the Lake, Glenridding CA11 0US. 017684 82444.
This is a hotel bar with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Ullswater. In winter, you can watch the last light fade over the fells while sitting in warmth with a drink in your hand. It's the kind of civilized experience that makes you feel you've earned your comforts.
The Ullswater trout (£18.50) is local, pan-fried with almonds. The slow-cooked beef cheek (£22) falls apart in red wine sauce with celeriac mash. The sticky ginger pudding (£6.50) with custard is winter on a plate.
Request a window table for sunset. In December, the sun sets around 3:45 PM, so book early or have a very late lunch.
Day 5: Ambleside — The Practical End
Ambleside is a working town that happens to be beautiful. It has proper shops, a hardware store that sells actual hardware, and enough outdoors stores to outfit an expedition to Antarctica. It's also home to one of the Lake District's most photographed buildings and my favorite farewell walk.
Morning: Stock Ghyll Force — The Accessible Spectacular
Stock Ghyll Force, Stock Ghyll Lane, Ambleside LA22 0ES. Free, public footpath.
This is a 70-foot waterfall a ten-minute walk from the town center. In winter, after rain, it thunders. After frost, the surrounding rocks ice over. The contrast between dark water and white ice is striking.
The walk from town is 1.5 miles round trip, well-signposted from the main car park on Rydal Road. The path is easy, suitable for anyone with reasonable mobility. Viewing platforms provide safe vantage points.
Go early. Morning light filters through the bare trees. You'll have it mostly to yourself in winter—summer visitors rarely make the effort.
Late Morning: Bridge House — The Photo Opportunity
Bridge House, 54.4325°N, -2.9619°W.
This tiny 17th-century house sits directly over Stock Beck, built on a bridge. It's one of the most photographed buildings in the Lake District. In winter, without leaves on the surrounding trees, its quirky architecture is even more prominent.
It's now a National Trust information centre. Go inside if it's open. Otherwise, take the photo everyone takes, then explore the town.
Ambleside shopping is genuinely useful for outdoor gear—this is where locals buy their kit. Tithe Barn houses independent shops selling crafts and local products. The Armitt Shop has books on Lake District culture and history. If it's close to Christmas, Hayes Garden World has displays worth seeing even if you don't need garden supplies.
Afternoon: Loughrigg Fell — The Perfect Farewell
Loughrigg Fell, 54.4167°N, -3.0167°W.
For your final afternoon, climb Loughrigg. It's not a high fell—1,099 feet, 335 meters—but its position gives one of the finest panoramic views in the Lake District. This is achievable winter walking: the summit rarely holds snow for long due to its relatively low elevation, and the views on clear winter days encompass snow-capped peaks in every direction.
Start from the Rydal Road car park. The route passes Rothay Park and climbs gradually through woodland before emerging onto open fellside. The path is clear, well-trodden, obvious even in poor visibility.
From the summit, you can see: Windermere stretching south to Morecambe Bay, the Langdale Pikes and Bowfell, Grasmere and Rydal Water, the Coniston Fells. It's a map of your week laid out below you.
Return via Loughrigg Terrace—a level path with stunning views over Grasmere—before descending to the road and walking back to Ambleside. Five miles total, three hours, moderate difficulty.
Evening: The Golden Rule — The Authentic Goodbye
The Golden Rule, South Road, Ambleside LA22 9DQ. 015394 33265.
This is my favorite pub in Ambleside, possibly in England. It's been here since the 17th century. It has no music, no machines, no televisions—just conversation, real ale, and excellent food served in an atmosphere that hasn't been redesigned by anyone with a marketing degree.
The homemade steak pie (£14.50) has chunky beef in rich gravy with proper pastry. The fish and chips (£13.95) uses fresh cod in beer batter with chips that remember they're made from potatoes. The Lancashire hotpot (£13.50) is traditional lamb and potato casserole, the kind of food that built the British Empire (and probably contributed to its decline, but that's another story).
The real ales rotate—Cumbrian and regional cask. The traditional ciders are worth exploring. The hot port and mulled cider are winter-specific comforts.
Sit by the fire. Talk to the locals if you're capable of conversation. Order another pint. This is the Lake District as it was before tourism, as it still is in places if you know where to look.
The Practical Business
Getting Here and Around
By Car: The M6 is your friend. Junction 36 for the southern Lakes (Windermere, Ambleside), Junction 40 for the northern Lakes (Keswick, Ullswater). Winter driving note: mountain passes—Kirkstone, Honister, Wrynose, Hardknott—are often closed due to snow and ice. Check before attempting. Carry snow chains or winter tires if visiting December-February.
By Train: Windermere has a branch line from Oxenholme on the West Coast Main Line. Connections from Manchester Airport take 1.5 hours; from London Euston about 3 hours total. Penrith (for Ullswater and Keswick) is on the main line with bus connections.
By Bus: The 555/599 route runs Lancaster-Keswick via Windermere, Ambleside, and Grasmere. Winter services are less frequent but reliable.
What to Pack
Waterproof everything. The Lake District is one of England's wettest regions. Winter brings rain, sleet, and snow—sometimes all three before lunch.
Essential: waterproof jacket with taped seams, waterproof trousers, walking boots with ankle support and good grip (trail shoes are insufficient), warm hat, gloves, spare gloves, layers (fleece or down), map and compass, headtorch with spare batteries, thermos flask.
Serious winter walking (Helvellyn, the high fells): microspikes or crampons, ice axe if you're trained to use it, the knowledge to use both.
Car: ice scraper, blanket, warm clothes, torch, food and water, snow chains or winter tires.
Safety
Check the Mountain Weather Information Service (mwis.org.uk) before any fell walking. Start early—daylight is short. Be off the high ground well before dark. Tell someone your plans. Know your limits. Turn back if conditions deteriorate.
Emergency: 999 or 112. Ask for police, then mountain rescue.
Where to Stay
Luxury: The Samling, Ambleside Road, Windermere LA23 1LR. 015394 43122. thesamlinghotel.co.uk. £400-800/night. Michelin-starred restaurant, open fires, Windermere views.
Mid-range: The Keswick Country House Hotel, Station Road, Keswick CA12 4NQ. 017687 72500. keswickcountryhouse.co.uk. £120-200/night. Victorian elegance, four acres, cozy lounge.
Budget: YHA Keswick, Station Road, Keswick CA12 5LH. 0345 371 9019. yha.org.uk. £25-45/night, private rooms available. Central, clean, good value.
Where to Eat — The Short List
- Fine dining: L'Enclume, Cartmel (Michelin 2-star, £195 tasting menu). The Forest Side, Grasmere (Michelin star, £95 tasting menu).
- Gastropubs: The Drunken Duck, Barngates. The Punch Bowl, Crosthwaite.
- Traditional: The Dog & Gun, Keswick. The Golden Rule, Ambleside.
- Cafes: Sarah Nelson's Gingerbread Shop, Grasmere. Fika at Forge, Windermere.
Final Words
The Lake District in winter isn't for everyone. It's cold. It's wet. The days are short and the weather is unreliable. You'll spend more money than you planned on waterproof gear, and there's a decent chance you'll return with at least one blister and a story about getting lost in fog.
But you'll also experience something increasingly rare: a famous landscape without the crowds that fame brings. You'll walk ridges where the only sound is wind. You'll warm yourself in pubs that have been warming travelers for centuries. You'll see light on water that makes you understand why people painted here, wrote here, gave up sensible careers to live here.
The Lake District doesn't need your admiration. It was here before the Romantics discovered it, and it'll be here after we're all gone. But if you treat it with respect—if you go prepared, if you accept the weather it gives you, if you take time to listen to what locals tell you—it might give you something worth keeping.
Safe travels. Mind the weather. And don't be a hero on the fells—Mountain Rescue have enough to do without adding you to their list.
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Written by Finn O'Sullivan, who has been getting lost in the Lake District every winter since 2011 and has no intention of stopping.