The first idea for this task (which I cannot claim credit for) was to go up on the Bournemouth Eye, certainly the highest you can possibly get in Bournemouth.
Then I was told that my Mum had arranged a family holiday in the Lake District. The Lake District is home to many things. Lakes, for a start. Sheep. Roads not wide enough for two cars, with marked 'passing places' (an obvious, if slightly vulgar, target for One Letter Off). Most importantly however, the Lake District is home to Scafell Pike, the highest point in England. So obviously, I changed my plan.
We set out on a day the forecasts promised to be less rainy than the rest of the weeks had been. Most of the journey is told in the captions on the photos.
The whole week we were in the Lake District, the weather wasn't particularly pleasant. At a better time, we'd have been treated to marvellous views from the top of the mountain. As it was, we saw only the whiteness of clouds and the rain pelting at us almost horizontally.
The discomfort of the weather and the climb was worth it however. I can now say that, unless you are pedantic enough to include aircraft, I was, for a fleeting instant, the highest person in England.