Sedbergh is where I went to school and I can say with certainty that it was wasted on teenage me.
In contrast, I wasted no time getting into the hills and filling myself up with beautiful views and scenery as an adult(!?).
The town itself is a renowned book town, and there are more book shops on each corner than you would ever expect, and really cute lanes lined with stone houses.
Sedbergh is overlooked by a hill called Winder – my good friend Matt and I decided to re-visit this wonderful mound – this is where we used to sneak off to smoke cigarettes and drink cheap wine – the path was etched in our memories and we really didn’t struggle to find our way.
It’s a 35/40 minute climb, with views that open up more and more as you get higher and higher.
After reaching the top, we headed back down and gravitated towards the Dalesman to grab a celebratory pint.
Next, we trailed into the schools grounds for a hit of nostalgia – everything seemed smaller, but somehow imposing!? (and a little bit like a school for witch-craft and wizardry).
There was one particular part of the grounds that stuck out.
As idiot teenagers, some friends and I were particularly taken with the idea of jumping off of and into things – there was a specific bush that became our main venue for this, sadly I’m sporting a broken rib at the moment so the stunts were nowhere near as impressive this time around.
I’ve still got it…