Raring to go. 08.15, Horton-in-Ribblesdale
Ingleborough summit Summit No.1. A bit windy…
Olaf censiders jumping…to escape our English jokes. He’s from Helsinki, where they’re much more sensible.
Allan ascending Whernside Allan loves all aspects of the outdoors, even mud, and wears special white clothes to attract it.
Lee’s secrect weapon Powered by bananas – full of sugar, electrolytes and fluid.
Team ascending Whernside…sheltering from the frezzing ridge winds.
the team in disciplined formation…as befits their status as wlite vegan athletes.
Whernside summit Summit No.2. Thankfully, all the summits have wind shelters such as these. Th summit winds are very cold.
Whernside waterfall I suspect a dragon lives behind this waterfall. We watched for it carefully but didn’t spot it this time.
Confusion continuing to rein in the Bog of Doom
Dave attemping his own escape.
Ewe & Lamb Wondering what the f–k we were doing way out here. After about 7 hours, we were standing to seriously wonder this ourselves.
Lain routefinding in the Bog of Doom lain h ad to call upon every last scrap of his instictive Scottish understading of mud.
Lee escapes the Bog of Doom
Pen-y-Ghent summit Seriously knackered after 3 summits and about 10 hours.
Andrew T…strikes his signature pose.
Lee at duck Almost finished…
Olaf I kept a sharp eye out for trolls – given the Mordor-style scenery – but thankfully encountered only olaf, who is fortunetely vegan.
Stairway to Heaven The ‘pathway to mordor’ on pen-y-Ghent
Sunset over Ingleborough Back in Horton-in Ribblesdale, 11 hours after the start. We wallowed gleefully in the hot showers, drinks and food of the hospitable Horton pubs.