As we started to loose height it was really warming up, we were out of the wind and it was starting to feel more like it should at the beginning of June.
The most surprising thing was that from this point until we got back to the car park we only passed another four groups of people. These ranged from a guy on his own to a group of five or six young lads all walking together and obviously offering encouragement to the one who was carrying all their gear.
I should point out that I'm not having another go at the totally unprepared people I see on the fells. In this case the person carrying all the gear was in full combat clothing and was carrying the biggest bag I've ever seen; which incidentally he assured me was full. From what I could gather he was actually a member of the Marines on some self inflicted training day with his mates.