7:30am Saturday morning. We were up before the sun, eating breakfast whilst watching the dawn break. All the kit had been sorted the night before, and a plan had hatched to drive over Honister pass, walk up from Seathwaite, onto the climbers traverse and have a crack at Needle Ridge followed by bagging Great Gable. Almost like clockwork we were packed into the car, chugged over the pass, gaiterd' up and were on the track past Seathwaite farm. This wasn't a normal meet? Where was the chaos and disorder?