Chamonix ended up being quite expensive: I left my super red lunch box on the plane (and no one handed it in, so someone's knicked it! Or they did a controlled explosion on it - nothing on the news though, so maybe not); broken back tooth; broken rucksack...
We crunched our breakfast this morning - un pain avec abricot confiture - and something crunched harder than I expected. I'd broken my tooth! But nothing was going to stop play today...
To combat the post holiday blues we decided to take advantage of the fantastic weather. I didn't fancy a long walk in so a trip up to Borrowdale was required. We drove through glorious sunshine, but when we got to Keswick the valley was engulfed in thick fog...
Terry had a plan. It had to be secret, because there is only room for two teams. A quick exchange of texts and we agreed to meet at 9.30-ish. Me and Pete were going to climb Nye Vermorkfoss, and Terry and Bernie were going to climb Bakveien...