Loughrigg Fell, from Ambleside.
My Dad was an experienced mountaineer and took us boys fellwalking, wild camping, long line fishing in Morcambe Bay, trout tickling in lakeland streams, spinning for bass in Walney Channel, beach casting for codling, fly fishing for sea trout and all sorts of sporting activities unheard of today. My first real walking experience, like my brothers before me, was Loughrigg Fell. But on my initiation it started to snow and our legs in short pants were getting numb, so we had to abort and go back.
I was 7 years old at the time, and, like everybody else in those days, never had long pants until I was 12. Clothes rationing had not long finished but food was still on ration. I think a lot on this Forum will find that hard to believe.