Mountains have always entranced me – in pictures. I love an inspiring photo of a gorgeous scene as much as the next woman but, to me, they’ve always been something you admire from a distance – and are best kept that way. Never in a million years did I think I could actually make it to the top of one.
I have always taken a similar attitude to walking holidays: nice for other people, but definitely not for me. Give me a beach and a book and you have one happy camper!
This is perhaps influenced by my family. I have two adventurous boys, aged 11 and 13, but also a daughter, aged just two, for whom pottering about on a beach is the ideal holiday and anything more than a toddle can be a stretch. So we have a tendency to stick to the beaten path.
But if the past few
