Scrambling, walking and swimming in splendid isolation: 75 years of the UK’s national parks

B efore we enter the clouds on snow-capped Helvellyn, I glance back down at Ullswater. The early morning sun is bursting around the dark corners of High Dodd and Sleet Fell, sending a flush of light across the golden bracken and on to the hammered silver of the lake. Our best loved national parks –...

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