Jim and Peggy first visited the Lake District in the late 1950s. It became one of their favourite places to go with friends and family - walking all day and lovely dinners and drinks in the evenings.
Their friend, Peter writes about one of their holidays:
Circa 1997 our attempt to climb Hellvelyn in the Lake District. We didn’t choose the best day weather-wise. In pouring rain and blowing a gale we took the route to the summit via Striding Edge. A hairy ascent at the best of times. High up on the edge it was freezing and we were clinging on for dear life. We did get across it only to find the last knoll before the summit was a sheet of ice – impassable. No way forward and only the icy ridge behind. The vertical drop to one side was not an option either so the choice was down a scree slope on the other. We stumbled and slid – mostly on our back-sides – down into the safety of the valley and the long trek back to base. We spent over 8 hours on the mountain that day without seeing a single soul, such was the weather, but with a wonderful sense of satisfaction.