Kong Mountain Marathon (26th-28th August 2022)

Ruth and I had said many times over the years that it would be really interesting to enter a mountain marathon together and see whether we’d be a competitive pair. 2022 was the year it became a reality, and we picked the inaugural Kong Mountain Marathon, to be held on the Isle of Arran. I’ve enjoyed several of Kong’s ‘Mini Mountain Marathons’ in the Lake District over the last few years – four-hour score events – so was keen to support the organisers in their attempt to re-establish a Scottish mountain marathon following the demise of the LAMM and Highlander.

For the uninitiated: a mountain marathon is not a marathon held on mountainous terrain. It’s an endurance race held over two days (generally), with pairs of runners backpacking through the mountains via a series of checkpoints, only made known at the start of the race. The course is unmarked and you’re responsible for your own route choice and navigation, and have to carry all the kit and food required for the two days and overnight ‘mid-camp’. Generally there’s a choice of linear courses (a set of checkpoints to be visited in order) and score courses (score as many points as possible by visiting checkpoints in a time limit). For this event, we chose the middle of the three linear courses (‘B’), which we hoped would present a achievable challenge. (Even if we’d wanted, we weren’t eligible for the ‘A’ course, neither of us having previously completed a similar event.)

I took the Friday off work to make the journey up to the Highlands easy. We shopped for race provisions in Kendal in the morning, then made our way north to Ardrossan, where we enjoyed fish and chips for lunch. We then headed to the port to catch our 3:20pm ferry to Brodick, a fairly quiet and very smooth crossing, with lots of other race competitors also travelling as foot passengers.

Once on the island, it was only a 15 minute walk along the sea front to Arran Sports Association, which was the location of the event centre and base camp. We pitched our big tent (on the rugby pitch!), went to registration to collect our SI cards and commemorative T-shirts, and then enjoyed the pasta dinner offered at camp. A folk band provided ceilidh-style accompaniment inside, and the local pipe band unexpectedly (at least by us!) turned up for a rehearsal outside. We got a fairly early night to be as well rested as possible before the race.

Base camp in Brodick at sunset

On Saturday morning, we had a fairly early start to have our breakfast (bacon rolls again laid on by the race organisers) and pack up our race bags. Paring down our kit a bit compared with our regular Highland backpacking list, we easily fitted everything into 32 litre rucksacks that didn’t feel too heavy on the back. With hindsight, and with a bit of refinement, we might just about have managed with 25 litre bags (not that I own a suitable one!).

It was a couple of kilometres’ walk to the start, the other side of Brodick Bay at the Castle, and a very scenic walk along the beach in the sunshine at that. Our allocated start window was 8:30-8:45am, and we were underway promptly at the start of that period. We picked up up our maps and control cards and spent a few minutes marking on the map which 10 of the 70 controls we needed to visit that day. It turned out, as we’d guessed, that the mid-camp was in Lochranza at the north end of the island.

Our strategy was that, as the stronger runner, I would take the lead on the navigation, to allow Ruth to concentrate on just covering the ground as quickly as possible. The day started with a few fairly flat kilometres on paths into Glen Rosa, which we could mostly jog. Then the going got steeper, with a long climb up Beinn Nuis, taking a couple of diversions off the path to visit controls 2 and 3. Control 4 was by a rocky outcrop, just off the summit.

On the way up Beinn Nuis

That was pretty much the end of the path-work for the day! A descending traverse north took us over quite rough ground to control 5 at a stream junction in Garbh-choire Dubh. Then we turned west for a long, hard trudge through Glen Iorsa – exceptionally tussocky! – and past the south end of Loch Tanna to reach control 6 by the higher-level Dubh Loch. Next, heading northeast, we ascended onto Beinn Tarsuinn’s west top and control 7 (the 556m Beinn Tarsuinn, that is, not the Corbett).

Looking back across Glen Iorsa
Climbing above Loch Tanna

From there, we contoured around Beinn Tarsuinn’s east top and the slopes of Beinn Bhreac (more awkward ground) to reach the minor summit of Beinn Bhiorach (control 8). Some boggy but welcome trods eased progress from there down to control 9 by the Abhainn Bheag (river), before the trickiest navigation of the day led us down to control 10 on the coast path. That just left a flattish run-in to the finish by the castle on Loch Ranza. We were glad to reach the end of the day, but not totally exhausted, probably because the terrain had necessitated a high proportion of walking, and we’re well practiced at long, hilly walks!

We called in at download in the village hall before heading to mid-camp, a little further up the road at an outdoor centre. Soon we’d pitched our tent and done some useful refuelling and rehydration. It had stayed pretty sunny all day, but we could see that it was clouding over quite quickly, so decided to cook our dinner (flavoured couscous, as usual when backpacking) quite early, around 5pm. This proved a good decision as by 6 there were a few drops of rain falling and the midges had started to come out for dinner too! We escaped both by heading back to the village hall, where we could look at the results for the day, and see maps of all the courses. We were pleased to find that we’d finished in 6th place for Day 1, out of 43 pairs on our course. The organisers had put on a ceilidh for the evening. Like most of the race participants, we saved our energy by enjoying the music but not dancing!

Light rain continued on-and-off through the night, but had just about stopped by the time we were thinking about getting up, around 6:15am. It didn’t take very long to have our breakfast and pack up, and we were on the start line for Day 2 by around 7:15. We had thought the course would be significantly easier than Day 1, but it turned out only to be slightly shorter in distance, and with similar ascent. Lucky we hadn’t used up all our energy!

The start was up Gleann Easan Biorach for a short distance, then very steeply uphill onto the crags of Torr Nead an Eoin (control 1). We’d have located it more quickly if we’d read the control description, telling us it was above the crag, not below in the gully as I’d incorrectly inferred from the map! We then had a boggy jog on various trods along the Clachan ridge and down to the main road. It was back to walking pace as we climbed straight up the other side (via control 2 at a fence corner) to the ridge of Fionn Bhealach and very steeply back down (through heather and bracken – not much fun) to the coast near Millstone Point (control 3).

Then came the easiest running of the event, several kilometres of flat coast path to North Sannox, where control 4 was near the far side of the stepping stones across the river. Then came the main climb of the day, initially on paths to control 5 by the stream below Coire na Ciche, then much more steeply and roughly south onto Am Binnein (control 6). We were glad to reach the flatter, rockier ground of the ridge, which had traces of a path, and very good views of Goat Fell and the coast.

Ruth on Am Binnein

The hard work was now mostly done. We followed the ridge up to the summit of Goatfell (control 7 was hanging on the trig point), and then jogged down the tourist path to control 8 by Cnocan Burn. Forest paths then led us down via the final control to the finish, back at Brodick Castle. A classic finish to a great mountain expedition! We had covered a total of around 57km and 2800m ascent over the two days.

Cir Mhor and Caisteal Abhail

We were randomly selected for a kit check, so had to show the finish marshal that we did indeed have everything on the mandatory list. Then we ambled back along the beach and coast path to Brodick village to download our results. We got changed into clean clothes, then enjoyed the vegetable chilli and cakes provided for lunch, although we felt the portions were a bit disappointing!

Having taken down the base camp tent and packed our bags, we returned to the download room to check out the results, and were pleased to find that we’d gone one better to come 5th for Day 2, and that that had been enough to move us up to 5th place overall! 14 of the 43 pairs had failed to complete the full two-day course, as had 9 of the 18 on the ‘A’ course! So we were quite proud of our result on our first mountain marathon!

We caught the 4:40pm ferry back to Ardrossan and drove back to Ruth’s house for the night, and I continued to Derby on Monday morning for an afternoon of washing, drying and sorting gear.

In summary, a really enjoyable weekend in the mountains, and definitely the type of event I’ll do again. I gather that the event didn’t quite break even, so I hope that the organisers do find a way to make it profitable and organise more editions in future years. It was very well organised, with well-designed courses to provide physical and technical challenge, and deserves to be a success.

Our full route is approximately shown here: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/2019546.

The courses and my GPX track can also be seen on Routegadget: Day 1 here, Day 2 here.

A few more photos can be seen on Google Photos here.

Yverdon-les-Bains (28th July – 1st August 2022)

Heading abroad for the first time since the pandemic, I took a long weekend in Switzerland to visit Alex and Ausma, who relocated from the Black Forest a couple of years ago. They are now based in Yverden-les-Bains, at the south end of Lac de Neuchâtel. I flew with easyJet from Manchester to Geneva, taking the Thursday afternoon off work to drive up to the airport. I was pleased that, despite the airline’s suggestion to get to the airport two and half hours early to clear security, I was through in 30 minutes leaving plenty of time for an early dinner before boarding. The flight was also on time, arriving around 9pm, and with no queues for passport control I was soon on the train. With typical Swiss efficiency, the short connections in Geneva and Renens went smoothly, and I made it to Yverdon by 11pm. Alex and Ausma met me at the station, from where it was only a few minutes’ walk to their flat near the lake.

Friday was a fairly leisurely day spent in and around Yverdon. We started by cycling around the lake shore to Grandson, where Alex and Ausma went for a short swim in the lake, as they often do. Then we went for a coffee at the café at the castle. Ausma headed home while Alex and I continued our bike ride through a few neighbouring villages to call in at a few farm shops to pick up provisions for the week. We rode through a few spots of rain, and just made it back to Yverdon before a lunchtime downpour.

Looking over a sunflower field to Mont de Baulmes

In the afternoon, Alex had to dial into a meeting for a bit, so Ausma took me on a tour of the local nature reserve and along the lakeside, where there were lots of water birds and good views over to Grandson. In the evening, we enjoyed a barbecue with local chicken and sausages on the balcony.

Looking over Lac de Neuchâtel to Grandson

Saturday was forecast to be a much sunnier day, so Alex and I took a train trip to the bigger mountains near Martigny. A rack railway leads from the town over a pass to Chamonix and beyond. We just went up a few stops to the village of Les Marécottes, from where we took the gondola up to the hamlet of La Creusaz, saving ourselves around 800m of ascent through the forest. Our objective for the day was the scrambly peak of Le Luisin, at a lofty 2786m. An alpine path, marked in blue on the map and signs, leads directly up the ridge from La Creusaz, initially zigzagging up through forest and brush. As we gained height, we soon gained excellent views of the Mont Blanc massif, as well as down into the valley at Martigny.

Looking towards the Mont Blanc massif
Alex on the ridge, with views of Dent d’Enaney

The path gradually got rockier further up, with short sections of easy scrambling protected by fixed ropes and cables, and very dramatic views down huge gullies both sides of the ridge. The views over Vallon d’Emaney were particularly fine. The final section to the summit was steeper, slightly trickier scrambling with the aid of a couple of short fixed ladders.

Looking over Vallon d’Emaney towards Mont Blanc
The crags of Le Luisin

The summit was actually in mist as we arrived, so we settled down for lunch a short distance along the ridge in hope that it would clear to reveal the full view. We were in luck, and the mist gradually lifted off so that we could see Mont Blanc again, as well as the nearby peaks of Dents du Midi, Tour Salière and Fontanabran.

Tour Salière

After lunch, we descended by the easier, red-signed path to Col d’Emaney and then down into the head of Vallon d’Emaney, with the impressive strata of Pointes d’Aboillon above. Once in the valley, the walking was easier for a while, on larger tracks. We paused at a ‘buvette’ (mountain café) for a drink, before continuing down the valley. A long, steep descent through the forest eventually brought us down to the railway station at Trétien, just a couple of stops up from Les Marécottes,. A couple of hours of travelling brought us back to Yverdon, where Ausma had prepared burgers to barbecue for a well-earned dinner!
Route map for the day: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1990073

Looking back up Vallon d’Emaney

Sunday was another sunny day. Alex and I headed to a ridge with distant views over Yverdon and the lake, close to Montreux. Today’s mountain railway wasn’t quite steep enough to need rack propulsion, but still took an impressive route with zigzags and tunnels under the Col de Jaman to the hamlet of Allières. We headed steeply uphill on quiet footpaths through pasture land and patches of forest to the farmstead at Orgevau and on up to the head of the valley at L’Urqui. There were good views down the valley towards the adjacent mountain group of Vanil Noir.

Looking towards Vanil Noir

At L’Urqui, we left the path and headed up through rough grass to reach the col between Le Pila and Vanil des Artses – a knife-edge grassy arête! Alex led me on a route he’d taken previously, up the crest of the very dramatic ridge to the summit of Vanil des Artses (1992m). I was glad of his local knowledge to reassure that it was actually easier in descent, and locate the fixed cables that protect the most exposed section, traversing along a grassy ledge above cliffs just off the crest of the ridge.

The narrow ridge to Vanil des Artses
Le Pila and beyond, from the summit of Vanil des Artses
Looking north to Dent de Lys

Having admired the view from the summit for a few minutes, we retreated the way we’d come until we were past all difficulties, then paused for lunch while contemplating the route up Le Pila the other side of the col, where the guidebook advertised ‘practically vertical vegetation’! A few lines looked plausible, but it was very hard to judge the gradients and the sizes of the rocky steps from a distance.

Once we’d moved closer, a steepening grassy ramp on the right hand side seemed promising, but after a while we reached some very steep and exposed steps that we were not convinced we’d be comfortable to descend, and turned back. It looked like another rake a little further left might be easier, so we gave that a try too, getting slightly higher up and tantalisingly close to the ridge line, but again decided it was too risky to continue. Perhaps Alex will feel braver or find a better line another day and be able to lead me next time!

The view from part-way up Le Pila, towards Vanil Noir
Vanil des Artses

To make a circular walk, we contoured around below the crags of Le Pila to cross the col to Joux des Heures. Easy paths led us down the valley from there to the station at Les Cases, where we got ice cream at another buvette as we waited 45 minutes or so for the train. Once back in Yverdon, today’s culinary treat prepared for the barbecue by Ausma was salmon and prawns, with chips and salad – delicious!
Route map for the day: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1990084

Monday was my final day of the visit, and was a public holiday in Switzerland, Swiss National Day. After two fairly long train trips into the mountains at the weekend, and with a long journey for me at the end of the day, we opted for a more leisurely start and a day spent nearer to Yverdon. The Jura mountains run west of the town and lake, and Alex suggested we go for a trail run up the highest nearby peak, Le Chasseron. We caught the rail-replacement bus up to the small town of Sainte-Croix, from where it was about 5km and 600m climb on pleasant footpaths, initially steep enough to merit walking as we ascended the forest, but then more runnable on the gentler open ridge to the subsidiary peak of Petites Roches, then a little down and back up to the main summit at 1607m.

Petites Roches
Alex on Le Chasseron

After a pause for photographs and water, we continued a little further north along the ridge before dropping down west to Chalet des Roches Eboulées. From there, undulating footpaths led us back through the forest to Sainte-Croix, for a total run of around 15km and 750m ascent.
Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1990096

After salad for lunch back in Yverdon, we went for another short bike ride to the lakeside for the Tucks to swim, and then it was time for me to head to the station to start the journey home. This time I caught the express intercity train directly to Geneva Airport, where I again had a smooth passage through security. Not so lucky with the flight this time, with an advertised delay of 60 minutes that gradually increased to 90 and, by time we took off, 120. That meant I wasn’t back in Manchester until just after midnight. I finally made it home around 1:45am and was glad to get to bed.

It was fantastic to get away to some larger mountains again after three years in the UK, and to spend time with Alex and Ausma again and catch up on all the developments in their lives – the new location, jobs, Swiss Birman cats, and a baby on the way! Now for a few days at home, before heading back out to Switzerland by car for my main summer holiday!

My full photo album is available on Google Photos here: https://photos.app.goo.gl/nTYXpwQrFTZ6Nkgv9

Day trip to the Welsh Borders (11th June 2022)

Back in 2019, I spotted and entered an interesting-looking trail race, the “Offa’s Dkye 15”, a linear 15-mile run from Hay-on-Wye to Kington along the Offa’s Dyke Path. Of course, Covid intervened and meant that the 2020 and 2021 editions of the race didn’t take place. So I finally found myself taking part in the race nearly three years after submitting my entry!

The unusually-late race start time of 11am meant I had time to travel across to Kington early on Saturday morning. I had opted for a coach ride from the finish to the start before the race, rather than afterwards, and arrived in town about half an hour before the appointed 9:30 departure. It felt a long drive to Hay-on-Wye, the coach probably taking a significantly longer route than the race, making the run seem quite a daunting prospect! I had half an hour for a quick look around Hay before assembly by the Clock Tower.

The race started by the clock tower in Hay-on-Wye

It proved to be a lovely running route, as I had hoped, following hilly trails and short sections of road, and the weather cooperated with sunny spells and a pleasant breeze to stop it feeling too hot. I’m not at peak fitness at the moment, but managed to keep running every step of the way, overtaking others on each of the major hills, and to finish in 22nd place (out of 193 finishers) in a fraction under 2h10.

Me running near Gladestry

I had some refreshments, then set off home. After an hour of driving, my legs were starting to get stiff, so I paused for a short walk near Church Stretton, taking the opportunity to pop up The Lawley, one of the steep-sided hills east of the valley. It offered good views of the Long Mynd and Caer Caradoc to the south, Wenlock Edge to the east, and The Wrekin to the northeast. When I got home, it also turned out to have been my 1000th HuMP!

Caer Caradoc from The Lawley

There are a few more photos on Google Photos, here: https://photos.app.goo.gl/HMTUy55V4ezbDap87

A run along the Eastern Peak District Edges (15th November 2020)

Ignoring the MWIS’s warning of hail showers, I assumed the regular weather forecast for sunny spells would be correct and headed up to the Eastern Peak District moors for a long trail run from Baslow – my longest run ever, in fact, at 31km! I’ve signed up for my first marathon at the end of March (Covid rules permitting) so I’ll need to do lots more long runs in the next few months.

It’s always good not to have too many navigational breaks when out running, so I followed a route that was mostly very familiar from past walks. This started steeply uphill to Wellington’s Monument, then crossed the moor to White Edge, quite cold today with a strong southwesterly breeze.

Wellington’s Monument

The slight descent to Longshaw brought some respite before climbing back up again along Burbage Rocks and around to Overstones at the southern end of Stanage Edge.

Looking up to Carl Wark and Higger Tor, from the south end of of Burbage Rocks
The trig point on Overstones, with Kinder Scout in the background

From there, I descended via Higger Tor, Over Owler Tor and Millstone Edge to Grindleford Station, then ascended back up through the woods to the northern end of Froggatt Edge. That just left the relatively easy run along Froggatt, Curbar and Baslow Edges, with a bit of a zigzag on the final descent to get the distance over 30km!

Looking up the Derwent Valley from Millstone Edge
The woods above Padley Gorge

A good day to be out in my local hills, with plenty of sunshine and no showers. The running was pretty hard going with lots of mud, uneven rocky ground, and around 800m of ascent and descent, so my pace wasn’t that fast and the 31km took me around 3h10, plus about 15 minutes of short stoppages for water, snacks and photographs.

My full photo album is available on Google Photos here: https://photos.app.goo.gl/1whhkttG7uhyfW837

A map of my route is available here: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/1343744
You can see my run on Strava here: https://www.strava.com/activities/4342046421