The affair had by now become a matter of principle, not to say honour, and next week, by now in April, saw five of the group back again in fatalistic mood. With rain forecast, we voted this time to go clockwise in the theory that if forced to turn back, at least we could guarantee to have seen some different landscape. As it was, it turned out to be a fortuitous decision for the hill climbs proved to be much kinder in our new direction.