On Friday I parked on the Walna Scar Road at 0700, ran out to levers water, up prison band to swirl how, over the old man and back to walna scar without seeing a soul. What a superb experience, normally when i'm decending the old man around that time I bump into the walkers on their way up but nothing, not a sausage. I got back to my car which was still parked on its own, heaven.

Now to totally contrast my experience I ran the Black Combe race route this morning and have never seen as many people in my life up there. I've ran that route dozens and dozens of times and hardly seen a soul, today was amazing, people everywhere. Nice weather though, tired legs and a poor run but thats my problem, think my joy at being back on the fells has lead me to overdo it a bit this week.