Mountain tops can sometimes be interesting places. A few years ago I was nearly at the top of Skafell Pike, when I saw ahead of me a bloke with unmistakable long hair. I instantly knew, even though I couldn't see his face that it was 'Shirley Temple', a fellow student from University days, that was his nickname because his hair was so bulky and distinctive. I shouted his name out and he responded immeadatly to my call. We hadn't seen each other for about 30 years and he told me that nickname was long back in his past. Up close he obviously had aged but apart from some grey his hair was still there. We had a beer together later that day but we havn't seen each other since. I always hope that as I hike, I might meet others from my past, but its never happened.