I then took Karen to Hartsop, to show her the place where I used to stay with my parents when I were but a wee scrap of a lad. I also made her walk up to Hayeswater.

"It's only a mile away" I had told her. By the time she found out that it was actually one mile away on the map and four hundred metres more altitudinous than our starting point, it was too late for her to do anything about it. Her complaining ceased when we got to the top though, and Hayeswater came into view.