[Sundae]

Me with hat hair.
And hot from climbing, climbing, climbing. And not falling over.

Quick word here about the biker.
It turned out he was really nice. Some sort of Scandinavian. Or Dutch. Well, not British anyway.
I glanced behind on the last hill to see how far I'd come and bugger me if it's not my nemesis carrying his bike up the track!
At that point I did stop thinking of myself completely and wonder if he was just as disappointed as me to find someone else in a reasonably remote location.

Anyway, by the time he got to the top, I had already disrobed to an extent, had taken my photos and was ready to descend. We exchanged a few sentences and I realised he was a proper human being and not an annoyance. He was in fact quite charming.

He buzzed past me on the way down saying "Unt here comes der eazy part!" I thought - yes for you it is, I still have to work out how not to roll down the hillside! I resisted asking for a backie though, the man had an iron sphincter to take the way back on two wheels.