Find your own path
WE HAD THE TOP of England’s second-highest mountain to ourselves. And in the time it had taken us to walk there – up Esk Gorge, with its booming waterfalls and diamond-clear plunge pools, and over the empty expanse of Great Moss – we had seen two or three people. This was on a sunny Saturday. In July. We lingered awhile, peering over Scafell’s plunging crags, admiring the view of Wast Water stretching towards the sun-hazed Irish Sea, and marvelling at the difference in numbers between this summit (us two) and the slightly higher one about half a kilometre away (40+). That other summit was, of course, the roof of England itself: Scafell Pike. There is plenty of room in the hills. But it might not always seem like it. Even before…