From Brund Fell looking down into Borrowdale A millennium ago, my parents and i were staying at a quiet farm in Seatoller and we walked to Watendlath. I was twelve and, in today’s hot sun, I wished I had the resilience of my girlhood self to slog up from Rosthwaite to Brund Fell and Joppelty How through high-summer bracken. One summer there was a drought and I remember our farmhouse garden looking distressed. But this was before the impact of Climate Change, we didn’t have the extreme heat of summer 2022 and when you’re twelve it’s fine.
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