He who fights and runs away lives to fight another day

The plan today was to start early and climb Mount Teranaki, which at over 8,000 ft is a bit of a brute. The route climbs one mile in 4 miles distance and it doesn't take a mathematical genius to work out the gradient. The day started hot (out of the wind), but the forecast was for gales on the top with a maximum temperature of minus 6 degrees when you factored in the wind chill. We didn't really feel we had enough gear but we decided to give it a go and turn back if conditions deteriorated. We never had to make the decision! Having been very ill overnight and then unsuccessfully attempting to keep some breakfast down, I should have had more sense than to start. I stopped to wait for Chris on the path and the next thing I knew everything was spinning and I had to lie down. To cut a long story short we decided to head down immediately, at which point the top of the mountain disappeared into cloud. To be honest I felt so awful I didn't even feel disappointed!  It is now 21.30 and after Chris lovingly preparing a tin of chicken soup for me (!!) I am off to bed to hopefully wake revitalised.

PS - the chicken soup has just suffered the same fate as breakfast!