The first hill I targetted was Great Mell Fell, and with traffic delays and a couple of short stops on the journey up it was around 1.30pm when I got to the foot of the hill and put my boots on. I gather from Wikipedia that this hill is owned by the National Trust and is considered free open land. That's all very well but there's a fence all around it that implies private land, so it took me a while to find the right start point. Actually, I always end up at the bit of road nearest based on the map, and its usually where everyone else is starting from too! So, I parked as close to the hill as I could. A couple had just started off as I got ready and I decided that I would take the anti-clockwise path around the base of the hill as they took the clockwise. I immediately found the path to be boggy and sloppy and difficult to walk on so after a couple of hundred paces turned steeply uphill and North to find firmer ground. This tactic worked, but the hillside was steep and I realised that this tiddler was not going to give itself up without demanding effort on my part. I was soon sweating and wheezing and wishing I was still in the car, compounded by my congestion and a bit of breathlessness as a result, but I always feel like that at the outset of any walk. I ascended the forested part of the hill until the slope gave way to more open heathland and paths became obvious. At about half height or so I could see a second couple on the brow of the hill almost out of sight, and shortly afterwards the first couple I'd seen too, who were a little way ahead of me. Just before spying them I'd stopped to take a couple of photos and was rewarded with a brief burst of golden sun which gave me a nice shot of burnished heathland and the gloomier distant hills. That's Little Mell Fell to the right.