There were 14 of us not photographed at the start, and TLoB (Chris - aka the Failed Photographer) and his wife Anne were also there, Chris had hoped to run, but a recurring health problem had kicked in overnight which put him hors de combat.
So the 14 of us set off and as per usual we split into loose groups, according to our aspirations. I think we all made it to Noon Hill reasonably straightforwardly - then most everybody got lost. This is the view that I had hoped we would see:-
I'd taken this a few weeks earlier, when the cotton grass was at its finest.
Crossing this stretch with Young John on Saturday we could hear voices from almost all four points of the compass (compass? Yes, that would have been a good idea) so even that early on it was obvious that most of us were experiencing difficulty. I think we all reached the Pike and went on to climb Two Lads, but from there on folk started to drop out.
Twelve of us got as far as Winter Hill trig, and most turned for home soon after, only Izzy, Martyn and Gordon crossed onto the northern section. Gordon missed a couple of tops after that - see his report, but managed ten of the dozen - 10 outa 12 ain't bad.
Stars of the day were Izzy and Martyn who completed the full round in 4 hours 31 minutes, but thanks to everybody for turning out and making this a day to remember - or perhaps a day to forget. If there's any interest we could organise an attack on just the northern five, for those folk who've never got that far.
Sunday saw me completing my walk/run of shame as I climbed Great Hill from Piccadilly to retrieve my stash of provisions which I had so optimistically hidden on Friday.
Apologies for any errors or omissions, please let me know about them on edswift@btinternet.com.
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