One was a group of Jews, in full clobber, at Stickle Tarn. they had climbed up on a very hot day in their traditional black coats and hats. Between the 8 of them, 4 adults with 4 children down to age about 7, not a single item of outdoor wear. No boots, rucksacks, waterproofs - nothing. They had brought their lunch up in carrier bags!
Another time I was coming off Scafell down to Brackenclose at 2200 and it was just getting dark. I spotted a guy coming from Brown Tongue with something huge sticking out of a big rucksack. I waited to see what was going on and questioned him when he caught up with me. Inside his sack were 4 lengths of 2x2, about 6 feet long. What I couldn't see was the rest of the PICNIC TABLE he had carried up to the Pike's summit and back (along with the spanners), where he had assembled it and taken photos. What made it worse was that he had already done Snowdon and Ben Nevis that same day! I picked the sack up to test the weight and could just about lift it off the ground!
Another time I was up on a pass (I can't remember which one) and a woman walked past in valley clobber, carrying 4 bags of supermarket shopping. Wherever it was, I seemed to remember there was no supermarket anywhere near the direction she had come from!
One October I was doing the Crinkles and heading to Bow Fell when I came upon an elderly Dutchman, whose name turned out to be John. Well John was wearing little yellow wellies. I asked about them and he said they were waterproof (no argument there) and he just chucked them at the end of the season. Apart from the heat , they surely didn't help with blisters! I walked for about 2 hours with him, chatting and sharing late lunch at the top of Bow Fell. I took him over to see the Giant Slab and we set off. These were the days before I regularly took trekking poles and my knees protested greatly coming down The Band and he started to leave me behind. Despite having been together for some time he didn't once look back to see where I was or to say goodbye! Some people!