As I was busy Saturday and Sunday, but still wanted a proper trip, we decided a Friday night epic was needed instead of heading to the crown as usual and getting wasted. Turned up at the dump about 4pm and festered for a while until Steph turned up at 5:30 with dinner. I packed rope and we headed off to the Dalehead lay-by on Fountains Fell to do the largely unknown gem that is FOUL Pot (ask Mike Bottomley what it stands for!).