I'm feeling delighted that I managed to get round, given recent injuries and having been uncertain all week whether or not to even bother turning up. I began with the aim of jogging PYG and then probably heading back to retire. As it was, the foot felt OK-ish until after Ribblehead, and although I was limping by Whernside there was no way I was going to bale out from that point. Although my finish time was a painfully slow 5:19, I was happy to have taken part and completed the course. Cramp was never far away after Whernside; but it only really struck on the occasions when I stumbled on a descent.

Saw Merrylegs by the tent, Stringman at the start, Derby Tup in the early stages and Hillbilly at several points up to Ribblehead.
Mrs Stagger shadowed me for 4 hours before slapping me heartily on the back at the summit of Ingleborough and skipping off through the rubble into the distance.
Likewise, met Mountain Goatess at the Hill Inn, but she lived up to her name on the steep stone stepped section, bounding lightly from rock to rock, and I never saw her again.

Yesterday evening I was hit by a craving for Chinese food. Mrs Tussockface made the mistake of leaving the order to me, a man who had just run 24 miles and not eaten anything more substantial than Jelly Babies since breakfast. As I tottered in carrying a mountain of noodles, duck, sweet and sour king prawns, beef satay, etc etc, I realised that there was a fourth peak to conquer: a banquet for six between two of us. Sportident can't give a split on this one, but I can report eventual success.