Monday, 23 September 2013

Three Shires Fell race – 21 Sep

Oh, the fun the weather has had with my training plans. Having decided not to enter the Ben Nevis race or the, much better, Grisedale Horseshoe race in order to be fresh for the Mountain Trial – the Trial was cancelled because of bad weather for the first time in its history.

A good forecast along with well rested legs suggested a good run at the Three Shires might be a possibility and I was even prepared not to carry a camera, just to see what I could do without any distractions (this becomes critical a bit later in the day). The lows clouds nestling on the fells on Saturday morning weren’t part of any of the forecasts I had seen and the near complete absence of a breeze meant they were going to hang around. I was disappointed but not overly concerned – I thought I knew the route well enough. Well, you always do (in the car park), don’t you?

Hodge Close quarry is an interesting place and warrants more time to explore but not today as the views confirmed the clag was here to stay.


20130921-Three_shires-3-Edit1Hodge Close quarry [i]

20130921-Three_shires-10-Edit3Hodge Close quarry [ii]

20130921-Three_shires-4-Edit2Hodge Close quarry [iii]

These more or less decided that carrying a camera would be a waste of time and effort and so all that was left to do was grab a few shots before the start and not get lost after the start.

20130921-Three_shires-55Registration at the Three Shires Inn

20130921-Three_shires-86Tea and Cakes for sale before the race

20130921-Three_shires-34Race Organiser suggesting “knowing your way back from Cockley Beck could be handy today”

20130921-Three_shires-108From the start field [i]

20130921-Three_shires-129From the start field [ii]

20130921-Three_shires-97Camera shy – he only looked away when I pointed the camera at him!

Having grabbed a few shots before the start all I had left to do was not get lost after the start. Up and over Wetherlam went OK and approaching Swirl How, Albert & Tash caught me having recovered from a less than perfect descent from Wetherlam. Leaving Swirl How I was paying too much attention to Albert’s tale of the Wetherlam descent and it was with only the mildest of interest that we watched Tash disappear into the clag, compass in hand, in a different direction. Having been completely distracted from what we should have been doing we found ourselves on the hause between Swirl How and Grey Friar running in the wrong direction - but we did realise where we were and worked our way back to the race route. Subsequently, we avoided getting lost again apart from a half-hearted attempt on the final descent.

Another great day out and huge thanks are due to Selwyn, all the marshals and everyone else who helped make the race happen.

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