Been reading my diary from 1987 - beer seemed to figure prominently in my mind, as I rushed down off Esk Pike to catch a lunch time pint in the Old Dungeon Ghyll. I also found a rain soaked and rather tatty felt lined tweed hat on top of Pike O'Blisco, which I kept for decades afterwards.
(Note to younger forum members - pubs in England used to shut for an afternoon break back in the Dark Ages)