That whole train were complicit in fat sympathy. I'm more disgusted that the collective didn't shame them into submission. But I suspect it's probably because everyone was fat to a degree. These were just the fattest. The fatties always take the train. When I climbed the mountain (more like a slightly bigger hill really- it's only 3,500ft) I walked up the paths. It was easy. I mean, real easy... don't let the word mountain fool you. It's more the really foul weather that occasionally fucks people on Snowden, not the incline, route or altitude. The annoying bit is that the railway is likely the attraction here for this chap, not the mountain, and he didn't get to ride it. The café at the top is likely the attraction for the fats. And why the railway struggles to take the obeasts.  Honestly, the Victorians who built that inadvertently ruined it, but they weren't to know what our future would hold. Now butter barges can claim to have climbed our highest peak. And sit in a fucking café at the top pigging out too. They should have never re-built it... but, well, money from dumb fatties. I won't ever go back. I'd rather choose an uninfested peak.