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In a final bid to escape exam pressure 1 month before finals, a group of medical students decided to attempt the dangerous and death-defying ascent of one of the Western Lake District's most notorious heights: Blackcombe. At a terrifying 600 metres above sea-level, for many of us, this would test us physically as well as mentally.
Leaving a bright and early 830, we were joined by our GP and another, older GP who apparently did climbing just for fun despite being weighed down with rheumatoid arthritis (a joint disease). The first part went well, with a rocky path to the first hill.
The walk in the valley with a stream at the bottom was fairly easy, even for someone like me whose main exercise was the walk up 3 flights of stairs to Ward 6 daily.
Things took a turn for the worse as the climb became steeper. The group dwindled slowly, finally leaving this sad bunch of stragglers trailing behind.
With promises of a break 'after we reach the next ridge', only to be confronted by yet another hill, we trudged on. The views reminded us of how far we'd come, however.
And with a bit of hard work, we trudged onto the peak, where the others were there waiting. Besides the views, the sun was out and a breeze was blowing. Nice.
(From left: Dan, Adie, Ruth, Beth, Becky, Sharon, Rebecca, Steve and Rob behind. Matt in the jersey in front, Alex, Sarah and Natasha on the right)
(From left: Faz, Kofo, Chris, Hsupheen, Dr Richard and Dr Pogrell in front)
The view from the top..pity its a bit misty on the camera.
Where we decided which dessert to have
And where others nursed their sunburns.
The view from the top..pity its a bit misty on the camera.We'd made it. Now to the pub downhill for lunch and a pint.
Where we decided which dessert to have
And where others nursed their sunburns.I wonder if I'm going to get any work done tonight... And I bet I'll have cramps first thing waking up tmrw morning.
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