Just realised (by obscure means) that a guy I talked to on the way up Whernside - I mean the lower sections, when I was still capable of speech - was BritNick. He seemed to keep stopping to record instalments of a video diary. I'm glad he wasn't doing interviews.
Glad to have met you, anyway, BritNick. I was the wheezing, limping chap in red and white hoops, carrying a bottle of fluorescent pink sport drink.