Category: Howgills

Yesterday was a revisit to the Howgills – not exactly my usual haunt. The tally on my track record? A mere handful, alright, maybe two handfuls. Did a couple of Karrimors ( as the OMM used to be called) and several Sedbergh Hills Races. August, always hot and dry – not conducive to my athletic…

I stayed in Tebay once, lodged in a humble hostel. Otherwise, Tebay’s always been a mere waypoint on my route to the southern Lakes. Dominated by a long terrace of Victorian houses, squashed at the side of the Lune Gorge. It might once have been a remote spot, when, in the early 19th-century, Tebay was…