Some readers may wish to follow the journey in its entirety or in parts. Others may feel satisfied by remaining within the comfort of an armchair and completing an imaginary journey over the peaks and along the ridges. Whichever method is adopted, it is hoped that the reader will absorb the history and scenic beauty of what is still a magical and treasured part of Britain.
Tom Calvert, 1995:5
Before I went on the journey, I had never climbed a mountain, nor had I owned an OS map or worn a pair of gaiters. After completing it, I still can’t read a map, my waterproof trousers remain unused and I own a compass that doesn’t point north.
What have I gained from following Tom Calvert over mountains, across lakes and down caves? Other than a sore back and a tanned face, it has provided me with a number of insights about myself. Can I survive extended periods of time without company? No, not really. Can I carry a heavy rucksack up a mountain? Just. Can I find humour, silliness and absurdity anywhere? Hopefully.
But perhaps the biggest question that remains is whether I have found myself?
Have I found him?
FINDING TOM CALVERT