After thunderstorms every day since we got here, and a violently windy night, we were delighted to see clear blue skies. So immediately after breakfast (that means 10.15), we signed in the register that we intended to walk up the mountain as far as a formation called the Sphinx. In fact, we went on quite a lot higher; part of the way was quite challenging, and I made some descents of steep bits on my bum. Guess what brand of shorts we were both wearing? Craghoppers! That was really it; a successful walk/climb/exploration, that got us back just in time for tea and scones on the terrace.