I'm 80 later this year so the brake of age plus my arthritic limbs restricted me in 2011 to only two Marilyns. Fence-climbing on Cracoe Fell and tree-bashing on Mynydd y Cwm were the ticks. Mild excitement was provided on a few of the Humps. On Sandale Hill, I was chased by a herd of cattle and had to escape by climbing a metal gate. On Great Hameldon, I suffered a convoy of trail riders, on numberless machines, roaring past the summit trig. Surely these destroyers of paths and peace are the pariahs of the hills.
