Innominanate Tarn.

 

As a Blackburn lad I spent my first years walking around the Pennines and the Ribble Valley. I was as enraptured as Wainwright by Haystacks summit gaining it te first time on a very wet and cold midsummers day. Clad in our plastic cycle capes  got ourselves lost for an hour or two as well as giving his pictorial guide a right drenching in the process..  

 

'The fleeting hour of life of those who love the hills is quickly spent, but the hills are eternal. Always there will be the lonely ridge, the dancing beck, the silent forest; always there will be the exhilaration of the summits. These are for the seeking, and those who seek and find while there is still time will be blessed both in mind and body.'    

                                                                                                                                                         

A. Wainwright The Western Fells ( Book 7) Published 1970