I've just finished culling and tweaking my photos before uploading the remaining 166.

This year was my 11th Fellsman, 10th start and 9th finish (DNF last year and voluntary service in 2010 with a broken foot).
During Saturday I knew I wouldn't be returning as a competitor.
By Redshaw when the legs began to do what was expected of them without undue complaint, those thoughts began to fade.
I have already updated my route notes in readiness for 2017.
In the end I was less trashed than I was after the Calderdale Hike on the previous weekend. I still felt Calderdale in my legs when I started the Fellsman. What's that all about then?