HIS IS LIFE at its best. Adrenaline pulses through my veins yet I somehow feel calm – a strange dichotomy. Below my feet is a serrated, fin-like rocky spine. To my left, scree slopes plunge hundreds of metres down to the deep blue waters of Scales Tarn. To my right a precipitous gully is gashed into the mountainside, a chaotic jumble of crag and boulder. And in between I tiptoe along a craggy arête that rises and falls with majestic ruggedness. This is Sharp Edge, the most exciting way up Blencathra,
