I do recall my legs feeling prickly (like stinger nettle stings) from the bottom of Clough Head having run through a big patch of very tall wispy grass but to be honest my legs usually take a battering from thorns and heather so the prickliness wasn't something particularly out of the ordinary. And while I was running I didn't notice a rash at all (I was wearing baggy running shorts and wouldn't have been able to see much any way) but when I changed into my running tights in the pub at Wasdale it was kind of worrying to see the blotches, although even then my total knackeredness took my mind off it at the time. I didn't then change out of my running tights until Sunday afternoon (haha, we were camping

) and the rash by then had reached beubonic plague like proportions (well almost).