Not legless at all...

Shortly after this picture was taken, most of us staggered, fell over, got back to our feet laughing, and fell over again.

This was entirely due to the 75 mile an hour winds at the top of Grizedale Pike, and nothing at all to do with the minute amount of alcohol in 1/8 share of a bottle of fizz.

The fizz was in honour of my dear and loved friend Sue (left of picture) who has one of those birthdays with a zero on the end, and, in case you were worried... more bottles were shared later.