It's October, the forecast is mixed, so what better plan than to head up to the high moors to the most altitudinous and exposed crag in the North East?
Took cover from sudden squall in thoughtfully built shelter.
Had to abandon after one short warm up route, utterly failed in that objective, the wind having upped to typhoonic proportions.
It's no Healaughing matter!
A quick regroup and plan B was in place, a life threatening walk across the pheasant infested moorland - the shooters were out in force, but by the time we got close they'd given up their own ghost, anything they hit was blown clean to Barnard Castle.
Except for the one that Peter despatched with mercy aforethought.
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Thompson wins mad hat challenge.
All in all 8 miles round with a brief interlude in the Punch Bowl, Feetham
