I feel duty bound to tell you all this because Iâve been sniggering since it happened. This weekend I went for a bimble in the lake district, I planned a route which topped three summits, Grey Knotts, Green Gable & ultimately Great Gable. Nothing too strenuous, Great Gable looms out at around 2800ft but enough to get the lungs working. Anyway MDN was at a loose end & decided to dust off his lederhosen & large pack to join me. I was greeted at the start point by a semi naked Dough_nut doing bollocky lunges to stretch out his legs. I gave the usual âroll of the eyes your not impressing anyone here lookâ chucked my day sack on & started off. Iâd got to the end of the carpark when I heardâ¦.. âWait up, wait up Cait, shouldnât we have a look at the route, take some bearings, plan an ERV in case we get separatedââ¦â¦ I looked at the well trodden path that stretched out in front of us then looked back round but before I could speak he had unfolded a fabloned map and was waving a compass around that looked uncannily like a ships sextant whilst mumbling "grid to mag...add... mag to gr err err". There wasnât much of a walk in, the route took us directly up Grey Knotts, on the summit the weather closed in & it started to snow but to the south you could just make out the summits of Green Gable and Great Gable disappearing into the clouds. We stopped for a quick brew and I asked MDN if he want to check the map again, he was to busy breathing out his arrse to talk out of it, so I got the obligatory two fingered salute! We set off again, Iâd got so far up the side of Green Gable & turned round to see where MDN was, I looked down and all I could make out was his yellow gortex laid in the snow. I watched for 2 mins not sure if he had taken time to admire the viewâ¦. again. I started to move back down & I could see he was holding his knee, the goon had only gone and slipped, putting his knee out on the rocks. Sympathetic as always I asked if he was just jacking on me cause it was getting a bit cold but to be fair his knee did look a bit purple & had ballooned slightly, although I was taken back by the tears & demand for a casivac. To cut a long story short, we got nowhere near the summit cause MDN slipped, bumped his knee and left me to carry his Bergen back whilst he hobbled behind. I couldnât help giggling as we passed several other walkers, easily in their 60s ascending the gableâ¦. The big puff.