'The Day A Mountain Changed My Life' November winner: anonymous

Published: 11th December 2018

Discover the winning entries from our monthly writing competition capturing memorable mountain days.

Writing competition - November

As a child my family used to make a yearly escape to the lakes, each year walking up a slightly bigger mountain. I couldn’t wait to be old enough for my dad to sit down and plan a route which would see the two of us tackling one of the lake district’s big three.

It finally happened when I was 14 – from memory I think it was Helvellyn. I remember that day vividly – waking up so full of anticipation, the burning of the first 40 minutes, the tarns and the views. However just as we were approaching the final slog – heavy clouds descended. Unfortunately we were in the worst possible position, with sheer drops either side. We sat in a sheep shelter, shovelled down cheese rolls and a mouthful of tea, with my anxiety fuelled questions of helicopters and mountain rescue before dad decided he could navigate us down even with the dense cloud coverage. Cue us nearly falling off the edge and down the side. Luckily my sense of direction (or more likely, eye sight) was slightly better. Working together we eventually found our way down the mountain. We didn’t make it to the peak, yet I felt so much achievement that day.

Fast forward eight years, I am sweating in uniform, sat in a war-torn desert having lost friend’s that I cared about greatly. During these deployments, my happy place was this memory – my happy place was planning adventures in the Lake District, feeling the freedom and peace of the hills. When I was finally able to put these plans in place, I wasn’t in a mental position to really appreciate the time spent in what used to be my favourite place in the world, and my love of hills became forgotten.

Another few years in time and I’m working in a different uniform for the public sector, meeting people on their worst days, having been violently assaulted on more than one occasion. I realised my anxieties were leaving me feeling desperately suffocated. I am lucky enough to have an understanding and patient partner who also loves the hills – when I start to feel like I can’t breathe, we head to the hilly outdoors; the peace, quiet and freedom calms my busy brain, opens up my lungs and helps me push on. We’re off to Helvellyn next month.

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Our monthly writing competition, in association with TRAIL magazine and Mountain Equipment, aims to showcase talented writers inspired by mountain landscapes.