Still, wild camping isn't about luxury. There are no
pubs on Helvellyn, no sweet shops on Scafell Pike, and I think the cafe on Snowdon closes
at five o'clock. But to be on the fells at sunset when everybody else has gone down, or to
stand on a hilltop at dawn and see the summits of the mountains appear out of the clouds
like islands in a cotton-wool sea is something that makes all the effort worth while.
Hopefully the photos on this site may give a better idea of what I'm on about than the
words.