A quick stop at the pub to pick up Chrissie and John and we headed out. Up past Ingleborough cave and on to Gaping Gill. here we camped. The weather was grey, wet and murky with the light fading fast. Tents up and folk were soon snug in their sleeping bags. Not feeling so good, I missed supper, settling for just a drink and a snack.
In the morning Chrissie was unwell with migraine and sensibly opted to catch the train home. A great pity, migraines can be nasty.
With weather still rather dank, Mike, John and myself headed up and over Blea Moor.