In reply to Paul Atkinson: Hee hee. I can completely sympathise, although obviously you had to go a lot further than me....
I am ridiculously slow on the downhills, and losing checkpoint 4 on day one in thick swirling mist meant over 1.5 hours walking up and down a hill looking for a knoll. We had a strange problem with both our compasses when taking bearings, they kept spinning and wouldn't settle, so I don't think the reading was as reliable as it might have been. What was truely annoying though, was realising that the spot we were stood in, from which we could see the knoll about 20 metres away as the mist had risen sufficiently, was exactly the same spot we'd been stood in 1.5 hours earlier when we'd attempted to walk on our bearing. Bah!
Due to this loss of time, and me struggling with my knees down every hill, we did the last 2 hours in the dark with head torches, including the ridiculously muddy slide down to the overnight camp which seemed to go on forever, complete with tree branches at eye height and muddy logs and branches to trip over and slip on. At one stage the Crow was actually having to try and pull my leg out of the mud as I was well and truely stuck up to the knee and couldn't move at all. I was soaked to the skin pretty much all day and wasn't too cold when moving as my waterproofs over the top of my already wet leggings kept the wind off, but as soon as we limped into camp at 7.30ish, I was shivering. Given our start time was 8, even taking off the coach ride of 45 mins, it was a long first day in the hills! Day 2 was much easier, but far more painful, both knees were screaming at me anyway then I ended up putting a bandage round a twisted ankle.
Got back to London at 2 this morning.
Today I have been hobbling around the classroom in slippers.
Next year, anyone?