You wait 20 years for a Viking reunion than they all cone along at once. Back at Fieldhead campsite in Edale with my boys. This year there are many more tents and more at Cooper's. More banter, and more pre race/walk drinks to steady the nerves or fuel the fires as we catch up.
I get a Justin shaped lodger in our tent and he tolerates our ethnic British squalor with his new found Scots understatement.
Friday night is cold, I end up cuddling my youngest who was to be found curled up under a blanket complaining of the cold, having wriggled out of his sleeping bag. By dawn everyone is awake anyway. So we all get up to find ice on the tents and the ground. Fried food followed by indoor fried food makes the day seem warmer. Soon there we are stood outside the Nags Head waiting to see who will show this year.