A 180 degree pan sees ...

... a lone quartet making an abortive ascent to Basecamp 3 ... let their names be carved in stone ... as I watched them climb bravely, I had to wipe a tear from my jaundiced eye, these weren't just fearless hashers, these were the very stuff that legends are made of ... these were bona fide, 42 carat plonkers ... !

For the record, in the front there is Anti Social who knows the Moor like the proverbial back of the wotsit, followed by Manpig - which surprises very few (unless you're a distant relative), then Deep Semen who is well-known for having a set of wheels that just won't quit and finally ... the Hon Sex himself - to be sure to be sure - who knew it was a one way ticket to oblivion but who went up there 'just for a laugh' anyway ...