Well I assume it was Pen Y Fan (those familiar with this one look at the photos, and see if you can confirm). Anyway this was on the Brecon Beacons working holiday, and the warden said we could have the afternoon off to do this. Whether starting this climb at 1330 on a November afternoon is the wisest tactic, I am not sure. However one of our party, the slowest lady whom I had hung back with to talk to on the ascent, pulled a leg muscle on the way down, so I was stuck trying to help her in the ever encroaching darkness. Our young female leader (forgot her name sorry) came back to help, as did the gorgeous Louise. Meanwhile the rest of the gallant and macho male members of the group, were long since safely ensconced back in the van. By the time we got to the car park at the bottom and crossed the road, it was about two notches down from total darkness. Incidentally if you find yourself in a similar situation anywhere on the Brecon Beacons, bring a flare gun, as you can’t get a signal on your mobile.