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Cath and I climbed Little Mell Fell having decided to take whatever the wind was going to through at us. Luckily it wasn’t too bad. A memorable summit camp defined by the sunrise and the views of the fells capped in the last remnants of the snow. This was clearly a special camp for Cath – she keeps mentioning it, and seems to have built up some affection for this fell which Wainwright wasn’t that effusive about.
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