If you enjoy having a sore throat, sore feet, sore head,flatulence, no washes,baths or showers,a tendency to lose the map and compass when it matters most,wet clothes,a frozen bed,outside toilet,singing until the early hours,playing until your fingers bleed,laughing,eating,guzzling beer,whiskey,brandy,chatting,possibly throwing up due to your failure to be "sensible",finding your 'van in the dark (perilously close to the river),being struck down by "the trots" on the top of Ingleborough and no-one has a toilet roll then this is THE week-end for you.Please form an orderly queue!!

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Did I mention the snow,sleet,blizzards,earth-tremors,gales and driving rain.Oh, friendly sheep.