The weather relented (slightly) on Sunday, and Anna, Ian, Andy, Pete and Sarah dragged themselves out of bed (unlike Sabiene) for a round of the tops behind Braithwaite. It must be doing us good, but why at times does it feel like its killing us? Sarah was so tired at Coledale Hause, Pete gave her a piggy back down to the car (yeah, I knew you wouldn’t believe that). Back at the Royal Oak we rewarded ourselves with a glass of mulled wine. Mmmmmm!