Scafell Pike 08/03/2025 Peak 2 of 25 in 2025

After a full-on week at work and relentlessly refreshing the weather forecast for the Lake District, I knew I was rolling the dice. But when the mountains call, you answer—no matter the time or the odds. That meant a ridiculously early start.

With barely three hours of sleep, I hit the road at 01:45, leaving Worcester behind for the four-hour journey north to tackle the tallest mountain in England—Scafell Pike. This was my second attempt. The first, back in August 2024, was a brutal experience: thick cloud cover, 60 mph winds, and driving horizontal rain. I’d worn completely the wrong gear, couldn’t see a thing, and ended up being blown over hard at the summit. I limped away that day battered, soaked, and pretty gutted.

But today was different. I was determined to put things right. The drive up was smooth on the M6, but as always, the final stretch into Wasdale brought the usual twisty, narrow lanes flanked by towering fells. Classic Lake District drama.

I pulled into Wasdale Campsite car park at 06:40, paid the £9 fee, and got myself sorted. There were only a handful of other cars—just how I like it. The weather window I’d been tracking looked perfect, and everything felt aligned.

As part of my 2025 challenge—25 peaks in a year to raise money for charity—I’d been sharing my journey live on social media. After a steady 40-minute walk from the car park, I reached the water crossing and began the climb. This time, under clear skies.

The difference from my last attempt was incredible. Visibility was perfect, the air crisp, and the scenery breathtaking. I paused to snap a few shots and really take in the stillness. These are the moments that make hiking in the Lakes so special—just you, the trail, and endless beauty in every direction.

The climb itself, though, is no joke. Last time I couldn’t see more than a few metres ahead, with rain smacking me and stinging my face. Now, I could clearly see the steep, rocky path winding up the fell. It’s a tough ascent, and every step makes you work for it. But with the sun lighting up the route, I kept pushing on.

After just over two hours of steady climbing, I hit the summit. And what a reward. Crystal-clear views stretched all the way to Scotland and across the North—absolutely stunning. I took a moment to soak it all in, grabbed a snack, snapped a few summit photos, and had a quick chat with some fellow hikers. These shared smiles and quiet nods on the top of a mountain—there’s nothing quite like them.

After about 20 minutes enjoying the peak, I started my descent. The route down was much easier to navigate this time around, and I felt strong, knowing I’d made peace with this mountain. More importantly, it reminded me how many others are out there chasing their own goals—taking on tough climbs and pushing through challenges, just like this one.

Back at the car, absolutely buzzing, I set off on the four-hour drive home to Worcester, with time to reflect on what had been a cracking day out.

2 peaks down. 23 to go.

Which one’s next?