A fell-top picnic

Published 28 June 2015

Sam and myself, sat near the top of Table Mountain, having a picnic

The first time we took our son up a fell, we were in the Lake District and Sam was nine months old. By the time we got to the top, he was asleep in his back carrier.

The second time we took out son up a fell was a few days later. He was asleep. As he was a few days later, when he visited a third fell.

That was about two years ago, and for various reasons, we didn’t go up a fell with Sam for almost two years. But that changed in May during a visit to the Brecon Beacons. We were staying near the village of Crickhowell, which is overlooked by the 451m high Table Mountain. And, naturally, we had to head up to the top.

And when we got there, he certainly wasn’t snoozing. And that meant he could be introduced to another walking tradition: huddling near the summit of a fell, out of the wind and eating a picnic. Which is, naturally, why Sam decided – when this photograph was taken – to open his mouth to reveal his lunch. Well, that’s toddler logic for you.

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