Thomas got us all warmed up and after Nameless John and Martin went off in search of adventure on the lower crag without machetes - it was like Venezuela according to Martin. We did some excellent V.S's and finally got rained on on the final pitch of Nameless, which was no hardship as we scampered down to the hut and a blazing log fire and gin and tonics - how civilised is that! we had a wine and beer lake to drink and chilli and puddings to scoff and finally slept soundly woken only by the Duddon valley champion cock crowing competition at dawn.

A steady drizzle next morning saw Dawn shooting off home to bike in the errr rain! and Martin mysteriously escaping underground in Ingleton. Mike, John and I went for an exploratory walk around the valley - beautiful even in the rain.