I found my knees giving way on the way down Scafell, and the route up to Pillar was a killer. Hands and knees all the way up. Then Great Gable was lovely in its loneliness. The night traverse from the slate mine past the Tarn was horrendous, I have scars all over my right leg and got wet feet as I constantly struggled with no path, bog, rocky outcrops, a GPS with dead batteries and the dark. View James’s video diary of the event here.