28/02/2026
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This is me checking out the size of the mountain! 😳
Today I’m in the Lake District on my own, giving myself some much-needed rest and space. The plan is a forest walk, gentle and grounding, exactly what my nervous system asked for.
But there’s a choice point.
If I keep going, the path eventually leads to one of the Lake District’s 3,000-foot mountains. This route also happens to cover three Wainwrights. And that’s not accidental.
I’ve decided I’d like to walk all 214 of them.
Fourteen years ago, a truly wonderful man completed all 214 Wainwrights to raise money for the charity I set up in memory of my daughter, Katy. Watching him throughout that year, step by step, fell by fell, was deeply moving. His determination, his quiet commitment, his courage. Somewhere along the way, a seed was planted in me. One day, I thought, I’d like to do that too.
Life carried on. I’ve been busy. Busy surviving, busy parenting, busy living. Busy completing Katy's bucket list. And somewhere in all of that, I forgot that I have one of my own.
So today feels significant.
I’ll be honest, I’m nervous. I usually do these walks with my husband by my side. My body isn’t the body I used to know. Menopause has changed the rules, and I’m aching before I’ve even made it down the stairs.
Still, I’ve packed my bag. I’ve got my painkillers. I’ve got my boots on.
I don’t know yet whether I’ll do the big mountain. What I do know is that this is about mindset, not bravado. About listening carefully, choosing courage over fear, and not letting the story of “I can’t” get louder than the possibility of “maybe I can.”
I’ve got my earphones. I’ve got Audible. I’ll choose the right voice, the right words, and we’ll see if they carry me higher.
Forest or summit, today is about trusting myself again.
Today is day one.
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Place your bets 😂