Well, it was Carrick and Mark, actually, and neither of us broke
anything, though Mark did fall down a few times.
As I said the other day, I'm up in the Lakes for a kayaking trip this
weekend, and trying to fit a couple of runs in around paddling and
socialising. Last night it was a 4.5km ramble up The Hoad, a wee hill
on the outskirts of Ulverston. Very pleasant on a cold, crisp, clear
night, and a pleasure to have company on a leg as well. A couple of
beers and some sleep later we're off to paddle the Kent and the Lune
today, and I'll fit a saunter in either between the two or tonight
once I'm back in Leeds. A rather pleasant way to spend a weekend...