Got that familiar "d'oh" feeling to find myself heading down and east on Green Gable, the mist clearing momentarily to reveal Styhead Gill far below! Yet another reminder that A. you put the compass and map together just before you're lost rather than just after and B. the direction the compass needle is pointing in is most probably North whatever else your brain might be confabulating. Pity about the (several) poor buggers who had picked the wrong man to follow too :-)
Oh dear Paulo....I'm pretty sure I was one of your followers. Don't pity the buggers who follow....it's their own bloody fault. You picked up the line off the top of Gable just as I was getting my map and compass out. Seemed like a man who knew where he was going.
Serves me right. I was followed the wrong way off Glaramara this year by a pissed off Northumberland runner. Lesson for him? - assume nothing when you see a purple vest....some of us are only there to make the pack feel better.
The detour cost a few minutes, but doesn't account for why I was 20 mins slower than last year. Need to think that one through.
