My first solo adventure to Kendal Mountain Festival taught me so much about confidence, freedom and going at my own pace.

Why My First Solo Adventure Changed Everything — Kendal Mountain Festival Reflections

 

My first solo trip to Kendal Mountain Festival taught me confidence, freedom and connection. Here’s what 36 hours alone showed me — and why I can't wait for the next one.

A few days ago, I packed a small bag, grabbed my warmest layers, and headed off on my very first solo adventure: 36 hours at Kendal Mountain Festival. No travel buddy. No shared plans. No one to keep an eye on except myself.

And honestly, it was one of the best things I’ve ever done.

Stepping into the unknown (with coffee as my safety net)

Walking into the festival alone felt a bit like stepping into cold water — that familiar flutter in the chest, the hesitation, the “what if I don’t fit in?” moment. But just like with swimming, once I was in, I was in.

From checking into my little B&B to grabbing my first solo coffee and cake, it didn’t take long before the nerves dissolved and something else kicked in: freedom.

Wandering solo — and loving every second

I wandered the festival at my own pace, dipping in and out of talks, exploring the stalls, and letting curiosity lead the way. No rushing. No apologising. No compromising. Just pure, peaceful, liberating autonomy.

There was something incredibly grounding about standing in a room full of strangers, listening to stories of mountain adventures, wild places, endurance journeys, and personal grit — all while feeling quietly proud of my own small adventure.

Eating alone… and realising it isn’t lonely at all

One of the biggest surprises? Eating and drinking solo felt good. Really good. I watched the world go by, people-watched to my heart’s content, and soaked up the buzzing atmosphere without the pressure of conversation or being “on”.

Sometimes the biggest act of self-care is simply giving yourself space.

Chatting with strangers — and finding community everywhere

Even though I travelled alone, I never truly felt alone. I chatted with friendly volunteers, exhibitors, fellow festival-goers and even the baristas who were fuelling half the festival with caffeine. Everyone had a story. Everyone was warm. Everyone was open.

It reminded me so much of cold-water swimming: community forms naturally when you’re surrounded by people who love the same wild, authentic experiences.

What solo travel taught me

These 36 hours gave me more than a weekend away — they gifted me clarity, confidence, and a reconnection with myself. Here’s what I learned:

• Doing things alone is not something to fear — it’s something to celebrate.
• There’s magic in going at your own pace.
• Strangers are often kinder than you expect.
• Peace and adventure can sit beautifully side-by-side.
• Stepping out of your comfort zone feels incredible… once you actually do it.

 

Already planning my next solo adventure…

I came home feeling proud, energised, and genuinely excited for whatever comes next. Kendal Mountain Festival was an adventure in its own right — but it was also a reminder that growth doesn’t just happen in far-flung places. Sometimes it happens just 36 hours from home.

I can’t wait for the next one. And who knows — maybe I’ll see some of you there next year.

If you’ve ever thought about taking a solo trip, big or small… consider this your sign.

Jump in - you might just surprise yourself.