I have a friend, who shall remain nameless although I don't think he is daft enough to come on here. We were out walking, in a group, and reached the top of Ingleborough in beautiful weather but quite thick snow. I know the routes very well and 3 or 4 of us headed back down as we we were old and knackered while my friend and a couple of others were much younger and raring to do more.

When they had not appeared in the pub after dark we began to worry and contemplated calling mountain rescue but shortly after they turned up. Having been led miles out of their way by my friend who was using his inner enlightenment and gut feelings on how to get back to Ingleton. He didn't half have the piss taken out of him.

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