We set off far too early for my liking, but then any time between breakfast and bed is too early for physical activity as far as I'm concerned. Myself, my other half and I were accompanied by a mad dog and a packet of banana sandwiches which, quite frankly, weren't a lot of help when it came to a vertical ascent of a slope that made Ben Nevis look like Ben Kingsley. Look.
|This doesn't give a true picture of the stepth of the slope. But I'm actually lying on the ground panting, that's how steep it is.|
|This was it. Or, at least, part of it. Another part shows me kneeling down and kissing the flat bit.|
|I put my left leg in and then neglected to put my left leg out again. It was the worst hokey cokey ever seen...|
|Steve and Dog entrudgulating their way across the snowfields of Yorkshire. Rescue helicopter not shown...|
Now, off you go, and enjoy yourself. Don't mind me, I'm still wringing snow out of my socks and trying to treat frostbite of the buttock.