Another warm evening, perhaps the best of the summer, and while most of tonight’s miles were run with head torches we were treated to a spectacular sunset.
Thursday, 29 September 2011
Monday, 26 September 2011
Earlier in the year than usual but not early enough to avoid the rain and low cloud that seemed to plague the Rucksack Club fell race when it was held in October. The format seems to be settled as a score event which allows everyone to bite off a little more than they can chew, generally. Clearing weather was forecast although it seemed late in arriving which ensured we were pretty well soaked by the time the rain went off.
After almost 5 hours, with about 10 minutes to spare, we reached High Moss and the finish. We failed to find two of the controls we went looking for and decided not to try for the furthest three but probably ended with our highest score. Whatever happens, this is part of a great Rucksack Club weekend with a communal meal after a visit to the pub and plenty of opportunities to discuss the day’s exploits in front of a roaring fire. Huge thanks to Dick Pasley for making it all happen as well as providing excellent victuals.
Monday, 19 September 2011
After a particularly hard day at last weekend’s Trial and a dire forecast for Saturday I was already having doubts about the Three Shires fell race on Saturday when I had to make a one day dash to Glasgow to see my Dad who is struggling with a gamy knee. This isn’t the best race preparation so I decided to give it a miss this year. The local forecast for Saturday wasn’t any better so while Pauline was out, getting soaked, on Winter Hill with some other runners I made an out and back dash to the summit from home – but not quick enough to avoid getting soaked. With better weather forecast for Sunday we had a run together over Winter Hill and even saw some sunshine.
Wednesday, 14 September 2011
Sunday (11th September) saw the 58th running of the Lake District Mountain Trial and on the way to Mungrisdale some early sunshine suggested the weather might be better than forecast.
With severe weather forecast for later in the day all the courses were shortened, to their respective “bad weather” route which involves not visiting one of the furthest checkpoints. Anticipating, correctly, that the weather would be too bad for photographs for much of the day I took some of the early starters.
Thereafter the weather deteriorated and my camera stayed wrapped in its waterproof sack. By the middle of the afternoon the weather was pretty awful – not unlike my own performance. Out over 7 hours with only one other finisher behind me. Hey ho, there is always next year. Results are here.
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
A proper agricultural show in a quiet corner of Lancashire which naturally has its own fell race even although it doesn’t appear in the FRA calendar. An out and back five miles up and over Mellor Knoll and Totridge. I was marshalling part way up the hill overlooking the showground.
I am afraid I don’t know who the last four runners are and the results I have don’t show names and numbers. Finally, my favourite shot of the day – and I don’t know her name, either.
Monday, 5 September 2011
Driving north through heavy rain under a leaden sky suggested the poor forecast might not be wrong. Ben Lomond was barely visible on the way north but a short break between the storms on Rannoch Moor gave us our first real views.
Saturday morning weather seemed to be improving and there was real sense of optimism about the conditions improving, despite the showers.
I packed a camera carefully hoping it would be worth taking up the hill but the weather only really relented when I was descending and that isn’t the time to be stopping or trying to stop to take photographs. Fortunately, Pauline braved the conditions and struggled with the clag to take some photos at the Red Burn – the following are all hers.
I finished a couple of minutes slower than my 2010 time when conditions were better underfoot and the results can be found here.
As if to taunt us the weather continued to improve during the evening and Sunday was almost like a summer day, as we drove home.