A powerful headwind made the ascent of Dean Hill quite an ordeal. By the time we reached the top Michael had to offer incentives to persuade the majority to take any route home other than the shortest! In the end we took the right turn up towards Skerraton, stopping at the stream near the top for a chocolate break where we discovered that huddling behind the stone wall shielded us from the worst of the wind. We headed home via Nurston, pushed down the hill with a welcome tailwind.