And plenty of mist, cloud and clag, I hope. You can't beat a good atmosphere when you're traversing the rim of the Plateau. (And I don't mean that revolting Scottish bagpipe music, either!)

I note that the local teams were out practicing their art (for real) last Tuesday night, and, would you believe it, with the aid of the missing party's mobile phone too! Mind you, it took Faithful Fido to actually find the group in the Woolpacks.

But of course any runner who knows his way around wouldn't be going through the woolpacks, would he??