I had just come back from 9 days walking the Cleveland Way during which time there was lots of good weather, and I didn't see a spot of rain, so it was a wierd thing to be stood up there at the top of Dowstones clough in the cold driving rain. I could see runners appear out of the mist on the bank opposite me, anxiously scanning for the next flag as they approached the clough. Quite a few commented that they were thankful for the course being well flagged. The first two Dark Peak runners were neck and neck at Dowstones, so it must have been quite a finish!