37 miles and 10,000 vertical feet, if you don’t go the wrong way, so says the race description but that doesn’t begin to describe the ecstasy or the agony of this classic fell race.
My own day began well enough on a glorious morning that threatened to hot out of the wind and so it proved but a little more of that a little later.
Four years ago on an even hotter day Albert’s migraine forced us to retire at Angle Tarn and this year, after going well enough to the top of Wyth Burn I found myself unable to drink enough and just getting slower and slower. The only sensible thing to do was retire at Angle Tarn. Oh well ,1-1.
Huge thanks to Chris Lloyd and everyone else for the Old County Tops 2014