"old and low powered job".
You must be talking about me Divie. It was the first time I noticed a decline in my physical state when I M/biked it from Whitehaven.
That never ending slog up Hartside to the cafe. What a grind but the whizz down the old railway track the other side made up for it.
The temperature drop Bob. Yes, that's one of my memories. Really noticeable. As you go up, the temperature goes down, fast.
On our second night we stayed in the never to be forgotten village of Dirt Pot ! Yes.
Wonderful place. We were soaked to the skin and got the last beds in the only pub. Phew !