Back to the Lakes

28th July 2026

There are places that you enjoy visiting, and then there are places that simply feel right.

For me, the Lake District is firmly in the second category.

After making the journey up from Shropshire, setting up the caravan beneath the trees, and taking that first walk down to the shores of Derwentwater, it felt like I’d never really been away. There’s something about this place that immediately slows life down. The mountains, the lakes, the forests and the fresh air have a way of putting everything back into perspective.

As always, Teddy and Buddy settled in within minutes. I think they know the routine almost as well as I do now. The caravan is set up, the awning is out, the dog pen is assembled, and our little home for the next few weeks is ready.

I’ve got plenty of adventures planned while I’m here.

There are summits I’d like to visit, new paths to explore, quiet mornings beside the water, and hopefully a few wild camping nights if conditions are right. Some of my favourite memories have been made in these fells, and I’m looking forward to adding a few more to the collection.

This year, though, there is one important difference.

After knee surgery earlier this year, I’m still not quite back to one hundred percent. The knee has improved enormously, but it’s also reminded me that recovery isn’t a straight line. It’s tempting to head straight back into the biggest walks, but I know that’s not the sensible approach.

So this trip is about finding the balance.

I’ll still be out exploring, climbing hills and enjoying everything the Lakes have to offer, but I’ll also be listening to my body. If that means choosing a shorter route instead of a long mountain day, or swapping one summit for an easier lakeside walk, then that’s exactly what I’ll do. The mountains aren’t going anywhere, and I’d much rather finish this holiday wanting more than spend weeks afterwards wishing I’d been more patient.

In many ways, that’s one of the biggest lessons the outdoors teaches us. Success isn’t always about standing on the highest peak. Sometimes it’s about knowing when to slow down, when to adapt, and appreciating where you are instead of focusing on where you think you should be.

With four weeks ahead of us, there’s no rush.

The Lakes have waited thousands of years. They can wait another day if my knee asks them to.

Here’s to fresh air, good coffee, mountain views, two happy poodles, and whatever adventures the next few weeks have in store. I’m looking forward to sharing them with you.