It’s hard to believe (trust me, no one’s more surprised than me), but I hit the big 4-0 in January. How did this happen? In the blink of an eye, I’ve gone from youthful optimism to … well, creaky knees. So, to celebrate surviving this long—despite my motorbike habits—I’ve decided to embark on a year-long adventure that’s equal parts inspiring and punishing.

Throughout 2025, Oscar, Mark, and I will be marching (and occasionally crawling) our way through the Lake District, aiming to ‘collect’ 40 Wainwrights. For those not in the know, Wainwrights are fells and mountains in the Lake District. Some are gentle hills, others are steep mountains, and a few will make me question all my life choices.

I may be a year older, allegedly a year wiser (debatable), and definitely a year more out of breath. But we’re committed to climbing all kinds of fells—Marilyns (150m high), hills (under 600m), and even proper mountains (600m and up). Think of the views! Think of the triumph! Think of poor Oscar dragging me up the steep bits!

So, here’s where you come in. Please donate, cheer us on, and keep us motivated! A pound a Wainwright would be wonderful—it spreads the cost, and frankly, it keeps me going. Think of it as an investment in my knees … and a good laugh at my expen