I parked in the car park by the ruined mine buildings at Carn Galver and took the path up the stream that comes in from the SW to the north of Watch Croft. I had read somewhere that there is a path branches off this that takes one to the top. And I thought I had found it, I certainly found what seemed to be the start of the path. But not really. It quickly petered out and from then on the ascent was utter hell, fighting my way through a foiest of  brambles and gorse and general horribe deep, spikey vegetation. Eventially I made it to the top whichm according to hill-bagging.co.uk is a wee rocky tor about 25m SW of the trig point. At the trig point I found a path heading west towards a ruined building from where an excellent path led easily back to the road about a km west of where I was parked. If you want to climb this hill be sure you go the way I came down and at al costs avoid the way I went up.

From Plyouth where I was staying I drove to the Roughtor car park via the top of Kit Hill near Callington so brown Willy would be my second Marilyn of the day. It was a nice day. It was New Year's Day. The car park was pretty full. There is a memorial here to Charlotte Dymond who was murdered here in 1844 most likkely by her boyfriend Matthew Weeks who was convicted and hung for the crime. Brown WIlly is not very far from the car park but inconveniently there us another hill, Rough Tor, in the way that must either be circumambulated or transabulated. I like the look of the latter more. A good path led me to the top with its surreal furniture of shapely tors Another took me easily down the other side and easily up to the top of Brown WIlly. There was talk oce of changing the name to something less provocative of schoolboy humour but the locals weren't having it and it stuck. Apparently it is a corruption of Bronn Wennili which means Hill of Swallows. I returned eassily over the top of Showery Tor, the lowest of the lumps comprising the Rough Tor ridge.

With Fumiko. I met up with Fumi at Backstube & Café vonLuck which is a pleasant little coffee shop round the corner from Grunewald station. Coffee drunk, we headed back under the station underpasss to where a track called the Neuer Scholdhornweg beads off from a car park at the edge of the woods. After a mile or two this led to another track called the Teufelseechaussee where we took a right to come to another car park. From here a track wound up to a view point on the side of the Teafelberg. The top of the Teufelsberg itself, with its old American listening station left behind from the Cold War, is not publicly accessible. It is Berlin’s highest hill, man made from the rubble of ruined West Berlin after World War II. From here we walked down to the Teufelsee. We met a very naked man off for a dip.

Then we headed through the woods aiming to emerge at the side of the Havel just to the north of the little peninsula of Schildhorn. There are loads of paths and tracks around here  few if any of them signposted but keeping an eye on our direction we ended up in the right place. Here we turned south and followed the water’s edge until we were just below the Grunewald Tower where we climbed up the hill to have a look at it. The 55m tower was built in the last years of the nineteenth century to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the birth of Kaiser Wilhelm I.  In 1916 the frail and elderly Queen Consort of Romania, Elizabeth of Wied, took two and a half hours climbing to the top, dying the following day. From the adjacent car park a track is signposted as leading back to the Teufelsee via the Pechsee. We followed it there and soon picked up the Neuer Schildhornweg back to the Café vonLuck  for a quick drink before the train home.

I was in Berlin and fancied a bit of a walk so I did this. Friedrichstrasse to Alt-Tegel is an easy journey  by U-Bahn up the U6 line. Alt-Tegel is also the name of a street which I followed east past coffee shops and restaurants and then the pretty Village Church to reach the lakeshore and the Greenwich Promenade where a dislocated red British phone box and letter box are set up to make the visitor feel like he really is in Greenwich. Walking north along the shore a bit one comes to a bridge and, keeping on the same way, Gabrielenstrasse. Here too I kept straight on but got a bit confused over the way I would recommend instead turning right briefly at Gabrielenstrasse to pick up the path that follows the shoreline more closely. Then you will find you way easily, as I did more hesitantly, to the Waldhütte restaurant..

A road goes off to the right from here. And a very short way down it a track goes off to the right marked with a sign saying “Landschaftsschutzgebiet” with a picture of an owl. This is the way. It leads through the woods, passing what a sign proclaims to be the highest tree in Berlin. A bit before that some more signs tell the visitor about the extreme storm that hit hereabouts in 10th July 2002. Eventually the path emerges on the Havel See.  If in doubt there are signs saying ‘Wanderweg 7’ stuck on trees here and there.  On reaching the Havel See finding the way gets very easy indeed. Turn left and follow the path along the shore all the way back to the Waldhütte. At one point a little after the headland  the path was closed but a quite detour – left up Scharfenbergerstrasse then right down Tegelorter Ufer brought me back onto it.  At the very end  the path by-passes a little peninsula with some expensive looking real estate on it

With Ulrike. We took the underground to Wembley. I had messed up packing for the weekend so the first thing we did was walk up Olympic Way to the stadium where there was a shop I could buy a couple of bits of clothing> Now we were ready. Back down Olympic Way, then Bridge Road and up Barn Hill. In Barn hill Open Space we quickly found the trig point, the first of three. From here much of the walk follows the London Capital Ring walk and the signs helped keep us right. As we headed north towards the railway a man chatted to us a bit mostly about how rich the people were who were employing him to walk their dogs. From here we more or less followed the Capital RIng, passing Preston Road Station, through Preston Park, on through Northwick Park.

On from there up the hill to Harrow where the children of the very rich go to school in what are manifestly some very grand attractive buildings. South from here still following Capital Ring signs to Sudbury Hill and south again from there to Horsenden Hil and trig point number two. A little south of here we abandoned the Capital Ring to follow the Grand Union Canal east till we passed a Sainsburys. Here we got back onto the road and followed the Ealing Road a short way north. A left down St James's gardens gave us access to one Tree Hill Recreation Ground where we hooked up with trig point number three. A quick look at the Hindu Temple and Alperton Underground gave us our train home. 

It is a very easy thing to get the DART train from central Dublin out here to Howth so, having a loose day in Dublin, I did just that. I didn't have a proper map but the tourist information kiosk a few yards from the station gave me something which would have to do. Visitors are invited to tackle a number of 'loops' of which the longest, the Bog of Frogs, was today's target, It begins as a walk along the top of a cliff, quite a crowded one, even in November, with a lot of foreign tourists like myself about - I heard a far bit of French being spoken. After a couple of miles there is a path up to a car park called 'The Summit' - though it is certainly not the highest point in the peninsula. The shorter loops head up that way so the cliff top path is suddenly, and pleasantly, a lot quieter. Soon thereafter I passed the road leading out to the lighthouse.

The well signposted route continues to follow the very attractive coast with wonderful views across Dublin Bay to the city and beyond to Sugar Loaf.The route comes very close to the prominent Martello Tower a little before which it turns right inland and heads north back towards the village. I crossed a road and climber up with the golf course off to my left. Heading through woodland a path branched off to my right. Here I abandoned the Bog of Frogs loop and went rogue, making mu own way, as I wanted to bag the Ben of Howth -which IS the highest point in the peninsula. Which I easily did before heading down into the village I had been told to try to Dublin Bay prawns at the Oar House on the West Pier. Yum. Seriously, yum. 

With Anna. There is a big car park on the A593 a bit to the south of Yew Tree Tarn. From here we followed the busy road to Yew Tree Farm round the corner. There is actually a way signposted through the field alongside to get to the farm avoiding the road but we only spotted this as we were getting back too late to take advantage. From the farm a track leads up and left where a path branches off and leads very pleasantly and easily through woods to the top of Holme Crag. We followed this up and we followed it down again. It was nice.

With Anna. Starting in Grasmere we walked up the Easdale Road and the path up towards Easdale Tarn. About ½k before the tarn the path bends left and it is here that Wainwright suggests breaking off to cross Sourmilk Gill to get to the path up the east ridge of Tarn Crag. But the Gill looked  pretty big at this point and we didn’t fancy wet feet. So we carried on to the Tarn where we were able to cross the Gill and make our way up what was almost a rough path following a tiny stream steeply uphill to reach the east ridge path which we followed easily to the very pleasant top of Tarn Crag. Down from here, pathlessly at first, towards Codale Tarn by where we were on a path which took us back to the main path from Grasmere via Easdale Tarn to Sergeant Man. From here we climbed about halfway to the Sergeant, picking up his SE ridge but turning left instead of right to get on track to our next Wainwright, Blea Rigg, which hardly feels like a hill at all being downhill more or less all the way for here. There are a lot of wee thingies around here that might be the top of something.  I think we visited both the thing Wainwright says is the top and the spot a bit to its west that the Hillbagging website says is a little higher. From here it feels quite a long way but mostly on good paths over delightful terrain to Silver How. To get off this towards Grasmere the map shows a path going SE (after a very short NE descent) from what looks set to be a pretty unpleasant scree gully. In fact after a short distance it turns into a staircase – someone has done a lot of work here – and leads very straightforwardly down to less stepp ground where we turned left and headed easily back to Grasmere.

There is a layby on the A592 a bit south of Limefitt Holiday Park. I parked in it and walked south. Left up the track that leads up by the Howe and then swings left to climb the hillside. A stile off to the right from the track indicates the start of the path that leads straightforwardly to the top of Sour Howes. Many things up here might be the top. I visited a few of them. Then easily round to Sallows, back down to Garburn Nook and back down the track.

I parked my car off the B5292 at the start of bthe track leading to Darling How. A path leads down from here to the lower track to the north by Scawgill Bridge. I was looking to follow the fence atg the edge of the forest straight up Graystones. THere is a path up here but it starts some way off to the west and skirts the foot of the old quarry before joining the fence and following it up. It is a brutal, steep, unrelenting, but merfcifully short climb. I found many lumps that might have been the summit of Graystones so visited all of them to be oin the safe side. Then a good path leads effortlessly and very pleasantly along the ridge over Broom Fell to Lord's Seat. Here I ballsed things up rather badly. Without taking time to look carefully enough at the map I breezily headed off in the direction of Ullister Hill thking it was Barf. It isn't. By the time I realised waht I had done I had wasted eough tie I decided to leave BArf for another day and so returned to the top of Lord's Seat. The map shows a dotted green line going from here back down to Darling How. On the grond this was pretty faint. It also seemed at first rather closer to the fence than the map suggests. I don't think this way is much used. Descending tghrough the woods was rather rough going in places. But I was soon down and back at my little car.