Sunday
Gales, Barbed Wire and Slickensides

We carried on after a short break. I felt a lot better having eaten. I must have been getting cold because I was hungry. We had to climb over a stile. Christophe went over first. Vince went over second. Well, started to go over. The step of the stile broke under his weight. This was unfortunate as Vince was by far the biggest amongst us. I'm sure the stile would have broken soon at any rate, but because it was him, it just seemed to emphasise his large size.

The rest of us had to clamber over the barbed wire. The wind was really getting up. You could hardly hear Jane talk and climbing to the top of even small hills was fraught with difficulty. Several times I felt like I was going to blow over. At one point Christophe spotted some "slickensides". I obediently felt this rough piece of rock but, to be honest, it just felt like a rough piece of rock. Maybe my sensitivity to "slickensides" will develop as the week progresses.