Grim up north

York rooftops from the top of the Minster, where during the ascent we were surrounded by huffing and puffing fellow Brits. The general state of health among the British public isn't high.

One girl behind: 'if we can do t'Drakensbergs we can do this. D'yer remember getting chased by them coyotes when we were walkin'?'

I didn't question the bio-geographical accuracy of her question, despite my strongest urge.

Cue the Coronation Street theme tune...