RRDB (not)Butlins 2024: Eyam (12th-14th January 2024)

On the mid-January weekend previously occupied by the Butlins Contest in Skegness, I organised Rolls-Royce Derby Band’s second annual “(not)Butlins” social weekend. This year we headed to the Peak District, hiring the YHA hostel at Eyam for our exclusive use. 

Heather met me at the bandroom after work on Friday and we travelled up together from there in my car, arriving a little before 4:30pm to find a few other early birds already unpacking provisions in the kitchen. We soon settled into our rooms, then the evening passed quickly, chatting over dinner (baked potatoes and toppings prepared by Helen), a few drinks and games. 

On Saturday morning, the majority of us headed to Hassop Station to take part in Monsal Trail parkrun, my second visit to this event. A cold but calm and bright morning made for ideal running conditions, and quite a few of the group ran times close to their best. I was happy to knock 30 seconds off my previous time for the course. 

Early morning at YHA Eyam
RRDBRC parkrunners

After returning to the hostel for showers, and bacon sandwiches for brunch, we divided into two groups for the afternoon. Ashleigh led a shorter walk down to Stoney Middleton and Eyam village with a couple of pub stops, while I led a slightly longer one up over Eyam Moor to Bretton Clough, returning via a drinks stop at the Barrel Inn (Derbyshire’s highest pub), We enjoyed extensive views of the eastern Edges and Kinder Scout from the hill summit, and the attractive woodland and steep-sided grassy knolls in the clough. 
Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/2488889

Looking towards Kinder Scout, from Sir William Hill
Bretton Clough
Abney Clough
The group in Bretton Clough
Pub stop at the Barrel Inn

Helen led the preparation of delicious pulled pork rolls and macaroni cheese for dinner, followed again by chat, banter, drinks and games until late. 

We had a more leisurely start on Sunday, with French toast for breakfast followed by packing up all our stuff, cleaning and tidying to check out of the hostel at 10am. Some headed home to relieve relatives on childcare duties, others went for another potter around Eyam village, and I led a group of six on a fairly gentle 15km walk from Grindleford. 

The morning was another beautiful sunny one with excellent air clarity. Padley Gorge looked pretty as we ascended in the dappled sunshine before heading towards Longshaw Lodge. 

Ascending Padley Gorge

There we turned south, passing the Grouse Inn then following Froggatt Edge (with a lunch break on a rocky outcrop) and Curbar Edge as far as Curbar Gap. 

Froggatt Edge
Curbar Edge
Curbar Edge

We dropped down a bit then followed footpaths traversing the lower, wooded slopes to Froggatt village, where we picked up the Derwent Valley Heritage Way back to Grindleford. We had second lunch in the Station Café, then set off home. 
Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/2488897

Returning to Grindleford along Spooner Lane

A great weekend with the brass band to start the year, hopefully kindling some good team spirit as we head towards the Midlands Regional Championships at the start of March. 
There are more photos on Google Photos here. 
Here’s to another great year of banding! 

Christmas in Kendal (22nd-26th December 2023)

After a year’s break while they were in rented accommodation, my parents returned to hosting our Christmas family gathering, at their new house in Kendal. I took the Friday off work and travelled north in the morning, thus avoiding the evening rush. In the afternoon, I made a start on pressure washing the patio and paths around the perimeter of house. 

Saturday was a fairly wet day, but started with a dry weather window for a visit to Penrith parkrun. Dad participated in the run and Mum came along to spectate. A strong westerly wind made parts of the course hard work, but gave me a good excuse for being 40 seconds slower than on my previous visit in the summer. After I’d scanned my barcodes, I caught up with Dad for the remainder of his second lap. We stayed at home in the afternoon, and Mum and I enjoyed a game of Scrabble. 

Dad and me, post-parkrun

Christmas Eve was a little brighter. I finished off the pressure washing in the morning, then Ruth and Josh joined us for a pre-lunch walk from Sizergh Castle up the ridge to Helsington church and back. We enjoyed good views over the Lyth Valley and Morecambe Bay. 

On the track near Helsington church

On Christmas morning, Ruth and Josh took the opportunity to join me for a bonus parkrun. This year we chose Lancaster, where we knew there would be a chance to see Joe and Andrena, and Josh’s brother Toby. The course was exactly as tough as I remembered it from my one previous visit in 2017, with two steep climbs on each lap, and a very muddy section beside the small reservoir. I couldn’t keep up with Ruth’s fell-running colleague, Richard Mellon, but was pleased to be within 10 seconds and to finish in under 21 minutes. 

Once back in Kendal, and showered and changed, we sat down by the Christmas tree to open the presents. Then we enjoyed our traditional roast turkey dinner before a lazy afternoon. I helped Dad set up his new tablet while Ruth, Mum and Josh played a couple of games. 

Boxing Day looked like the one nice day of the visit, so we took a morning trip to Tarn Hows for a family walk, arriving fairly early in anticipation that the car park would get busy later on. There were beautiful reflections as we set off around the west side of the tarn. 

Reflections in Tarn Hows
Poorly-camouflaged Belted Galloways!

Then we picked up some tracks through the forest to reach the slopes of Black Fell, and followed the grassy path up to its summit for views over Coniston Water. We could see that an unexpected rain shower was approaching over Wetherlam, so we didn’t hang about long before setting off back down to Tarn Hows, completing our circumnavigation by following the paths on the east side back to the car. 

On the track below Iron Keld
Dad, Mum, Ruth and Josh at the summit of Black Fell, with views of Coniston Water

A map of our route can be seen here. 

In the evening, it was turkey leftovers for dinner, and a bit of time spent packing for the next phase of the holiday – in Scotland, as usual! 

My full photo album can be viewed on Google Photos here. 

To be continued… 

Torridon, mostly (13th-22nd October 2023)

Mid-October brought my usual autumn week in the Highlands. This year I decided to make the driving easy by spreading the northward and southward trips over three days each. My travels commenced on the Thursday night, heading up as far as my parents’ new house in Kendal. Friday morning was a bit damp, so we had a leisurely start and an early lunch before heading out for an early-afternoon stroll on nearby Scout Scar. We were lucky to have sunshine, giving great views towards the Lake District and Morecambe Bay.

Mum and Dad on Scout Scar

After that, I continued my drive, heading up to Pitlochry Backpackers’ Hostel for the night, with a quick dinner stop at McDonalds at Stirling Services. Parking was tricky, with the town thronging with evening visitors to the ‘Enchanted Forest’ and extra restrictions on the streetside bays, but I found a space to squeeze into in the hostel car park after taking a second look on foot,

I began Saturday with a visit to Faskally Forest parkrun, just north of town. It was a beautiful sunny morning, with the early-autumn forest colours shown off to good effect across the loch. The course is a challenging one, with seven sharp ascents totalling around 100m, and some rough terrain underfoot, so I was pretty happy to finish in just under 21 minutes.

Loch Faskally

Afterwards, I drove half an hour south to the hamlet of Amulree for a walk over a pair of Grahams. The route was essentially a horseshoe of the Girron Burn. I crossed slopes of grass and heather to reach Meall Reamhar – with good views towards Glen Almond and Schiehallion – then made a steep descent and reascent across the bealach to Meall nan Caorach, followed by an easy grassy descent back to Girron. The sunshine continued, but it was pretty cold in the breeze.
Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/2419214

Looking into Glen Quaich from Meall Reamhar, with Schiehallion in the distance

Once back at the car, I set off for the final section of my journey north, up to Torridon with a pause to pick up groceries at Tesco Extra in Inverness. This was the first time I’d stayed at the SYHA hostel in Torridon village, and I found it to be excellent – spacious, comfortable and well-equipped. I cooked and ate, then planned my walk for the next day, and had a good night’s sleep.

With fairly strong winds, cloud likely to be around 700m, and a possibility of frequent showers, it seemed like a good day to bag another Graham. My choice was Beinn a’ Mhuinidh, north of Kinlochewe. The guidebooks recommended an interesting route that I wouldn’t have picked out from the map alone, ascending on a small path beside the impressive waterfall on the Allt na Still, which tumbles down the crag on the southwest side of the hill. That gave access to the high western terraces, which were an impressive viewpoint for Slioch, not far away to the west.

The waterfall on Allt na Still
Slioch

The summit was just in the cloud, and quite cold in the wind, so I didn’t pause long there before descending south, soon regaining views over the plateau with its many small lochans. With the weather apparently brightening, I opted to make the small detour to the minor top of Meallan Ghobhar, before descending steeply by another small path beside the Allt Chnaimhean. This final section gave particularly good views over Kinlochewe to Beinn Eighe.
Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/2419217

Lochans on the lower plateau of Beinn a’ Mhuinidh
Beinn Eighe

Monday’s forecast was a little better, with the cloud expected to lift off the higher tops in the afternoon, so I opted to walk up the pointy Corbett of Beinn Damh, via the adjacent Graham, Beinn na h-Eaglaise – a clockwise circuit of Coire Roill. The initial climb through the forest above the Torridon Hotel was easy and pleasant, with an impressive waterfall in the gorge below, and gave access to a fairly easy, rocky ascent of the northwest ridge of Beinn na h-Eaglaise. Cloud was swirling around the summit but giving intermittent views up Glen Torridon and along Upper Loch Torridon. Beinn Damh and the Glen Carron Munros were stuck in thick grey cloud though, so I had no views that way!

Allt Coire Roill
Upper Loch Torridon

The descent to the bealach at Drochaid Coire Roill was more awkward than expected, with a series of small rocky terraces to find a way through. The climb up the other side onto Beinn Damh was very steep and heathery, but I found that any scrambling was easily avoided, which was welcome in the damp and slippy conditions. The cloud didn’t seem to be showing any sign of thinning or lifting, and the visibility at the summit was very poor, such that I required a compass bearing to follow the ridge path onwards, despite that path being marked with closely-spaced cairns!

It was only when I dropped off the side of the ridge into the head of Toll Ban that I finally got clear of the cloud at around 550m. Torridon village and the loch seemed to have been in the sunshine all day, while all the mountains were in thick, damp clag! The good path made for a quick descent back to the car. Even by sunset, the cloud had not lifted off the hills, so at least I did not wish I had made a later start.
Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/2419222

Sunshine over Glen Torridon

Tuesday was the one day with an excellent forecast, so it was no surprise that Amy picked that day to meet for a walk. We decided to take advantage of the fact that we had two cars available and do a linear traverse over both the Applecross Corbetts. We met, around sunrise, at Tornapress at the bottom of the Bealach na Ba road, and drove up to the top of the pass in convoy. There seemed to be a rush of traffic into Applecross at that time of the morning, but luckily almost nobody going the other way (it’s a single-track road). We left my car at the top, then drove back down in Amy’s, and north to the shores of Loch Shieldaig, where we parked at Inverbain.

Early morning sunshine on the Cuillin, from the Bealach na Ba

The stalkers’ path beside the Allt an Srathain was pretty solid and rocky to start with, but became boggy and indistinct as we approached the bealach below Croic-Bheinn. There were excellent views over the loch to the Torridon hills as we climbed. At the bealach, we turned left to cross fairly rough, grassy terrain to reach the long north ridge of Beinn Bhan, which gave improving views towards Skye on the right and the Glen Carron hills on the left.

Torridon
Looking over Loch Lundie to the Torridon and Glen Carron hills

Once past the Far North Top (the unnamed 710m ring contour), we stuck close to the eastern side of the ridge to enjoy the dramatic views over a series of steep and rocky corries: Coire Gorm Beag, Coire Gorm Mor, Coire Toll a’ Mheine, Coire an Fhamair, and Coire na Poite – lots of photo stops required!

Coire Toll a’ Mheine
Amy above Loch Lundie and Loch Shieldaig
Coire an Fhamair

Eventually we reached the summit of Beinn Bhan, then turned west for the long and rough descent to Bealach nan Arr. There were fragments of path here and there, but often they were not easy to spot from above! We traversed a terrace around the head of Coire nan Arr then continued south, climbing steadily to the transmitter on the west top of Sgurr a’ Chaorachain.

Amy on Beinn Bhan
Coire Atadail
Amy above Coire nan Arr

After a long and mostly pathless walk, it was good that the continuation to the summit of Sgurr a’ Chaorachain only involved a modest descent and reascent, and had a small path much of the way. The narrow ridge gave more superb views of the Na Ciochan ridge towards Beinn Bhan. After a short pause at the summit, we headed back to the transmitter, then easily down the access track to the Bealach na Ba, arriving a bit before sunset. That just left me to drop Amy back to Inverbain on my way back to Torridon. A fantastic day out on dramatic hills with good company and perfect weather!
Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/2420319

Na Ciochan and Beinn Bhan
Returning from Sgurr a’ Chaorachain, with sunset behind Skye ahead

Wednesday was a windy but mostly dry day, with high cloud. I was sorely tempted to have a go at a traverse of Liathach with an attempt at bagging Meall Dearg, the Munro Top beyond the Northern Pinnacles, but finally decided it was too reckless in the wind. With hindsight, it might actually have been okay. Instead, however, I headed back around past Kinlochewe to bag another Graham, Beinn a’ Chearcaill, which offered fine views of the north side of Beinn Eighe.

My walk started up the good stalkers’ path up Glen Grudie, then forked right onto an unmapped path up Coire Briste, which petered out at a lochan near the bealach on the ridge. As the weather was pretty good, I opted to include the book’s suggested scenic detour to Creag na Feol, which gave grand views into the big corrie between Ruadh-stac Mor and Ruadh-stac Beag.

Beinn Eighe and Liathach, from Creag na Feol

Then it was an easy walk west across the plateau, with a tail wind, to the main summit of Beinn a’ Chearcaill. The summit area is very unusual, a huge flat sandstone slab scattered with boulders, with a cairn at the northwest end. The views into Beinn Eighe’s Coire Mhic Fhearchair, with its famous Triple Buttress, were particularly good. Beinn Dearg (with Beinn Alligin beyond) and Beinn an Eoin were also impressive to the west.

Coire Mhic Fhearchair, Sail Mhor, and Spidean a’ Choire Leith
The summit of Beinn a’ Chearcaill

Once I’d finished taking in the scene, I continued for three kilometres north along the ridge to the minor summit of A’ Choineach Beag, a better viewpoint for Loch Maree, with the Letterewe and Fisherfield hills beyond. I found an almostly totally sheltered spot below a crag to eat my lunch, then pottered back down Coire Briste and Glen Grudie to the car.
Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/2421225

Loch Maree

On Thursday, the easterly winds picked up much more, as Storm Babet pushed into Scotland. The forecast predicted 108mph gusts on Liathach, so it was no day to be on the high hills! As it was dry, however, I didn’t want to write off the day entirely, and decided to see if I could get up the lee side of nearby 437m Marilyn, Seana Mheallan, which had looked attractive from Beinn na h-Eaglaise on Monday. Others on the hill-bagging website had recommended a route along the Abhainn Thrail then up one of the streams on the southwest of the hill, and that proved to be good advice. The river had several pretty sections of rapids, then a small path beside a deer fence led me up into the corrie, only leaving a straightforward and mostly sheltered climb on grass to get close to the top.

Abhainn Thrail, and Seana Mheallan

The wind was really whipping across the summit, picking up water from the small lochans to give heavy spray downwind. However, it was only a short, crouched-down dash from the last sheltered spot to the summit cairn, where I was able to brace myself against the rocks to get a few photos before beating a retreat back to the calm!
Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/2422049

The summit of Seana Mheallan, with Liathach in the background
The view towards Maol Chea-dearg

I descended the same way, then drove east to Inverness, pausing in a layby for lunch near Achnasheen, and getting really poor fuel economy driving directly into the wind! I was too early to check into the SYHA hostel, so I left the car there and walked into town for a bit of a look around, passing the castle and cathedral and some of the bridges over the River Ness. I went back to the hostel, relaxed for a bit over tea and biscuits, then headed back into town in the evening for a meal out at Pizza Express – tasty!

Inverness Cathedral

Storm Babet continued on Friday, with frequent, heavy showers and more strong winds expected on the Cairngorms and Perthshire hills, so a hill day didn’t really appeal. It was dry in Inverness, so I opted for a rare flat, low-level walk along the River Ness and the Caledonian Canal. Carnarc Point gave a good view of the Kessock Bridge and the Beauly Firth at the start of the walk. Then I followed the canal all the way to Dochgarroch Lock – fairly dull walking with scenery that only changed very slowly! I had lunch there before walking back down the other side of the canal, finally heading back into the city via the attractive Ness Islands.
Route map: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/2423672

Kessock Bridge
Dochgarroch Lock
Nessie!

I spent the rest of the afternoon driving around 3 hours down to Stirling, where I again stayed in the SYHA hostel. I was feeling lazy so got fish and chips for dinner rather than cooking.

On Saturday, I found that I was just far enough west for there not to be flooding, and for the parkruns not to be cancelled! Having done Plean parkrun before, I went to University of Stirling parkrun this time. This was a two lap course, around Loch Airthrey in the middle of the university campus. It was quite drizzly as I warmed up, but pretty dry for the parkrun itself, and I ran a good time of 19:31 on the firm, mildly-undulating paths. There were a lot of other people milling around due to a university open day that morning, so I was impressed they had allowed the parkrun to go ahead!

Airthrey Loch

I spent the rest of the morning driving back down to my parents’ house. I had lunch with them, then we met up with Ruth and Josh for a stroll in nearby Levens Park. We all had dinner together, then my parents and I walked down to town for a choral concert by the Royal Northern Sinfonia and Chorus, the highlight being Mozart’s Requiem. An enjoyable performance, and it was good to see the hall where my parents go for their cultural nights out.

I rose early on Sunday, as I wanted to be in Castleton (in the Hope valley, in the Peak District) by around 8am for the second of this autumn’s Peak Raid events! The drive was predictably quiet. Once parked and registered, it was a 2km walk up the lane to the start location, with some lovely early-morning views of Mam Tor and the valley. The race itself took me over Hollins Cross and across Edale to the southern edge of Kinder Scout, then back across Edale to Rushup Edge and down to Castleton to finish. I slightly misjudged it, finishing 6 minutes late and losing a few of my hard-earned points, but still had a fun (if very tiring!) morning’s running.

Sunshine in the Hope Valley

That brought an end to a varied and relaxing week of walking and running. I hadn’t revisited any Munros this time, but did revisit three Corbetts and tick off five new Grahams, as well as two new parkruns, despite the mostly fairly poor weather. A good break before the final couple of working months of the year.

My full photo album can be found on Google Photos here.

Visiting my Parents in Kendal (21st-23rd July 2023)

I took Friday off work for a long weekend visiting my parents in their new home in Kendal. I drove up after dinner on the Thursday night on fairly quiet roads to arrive around 9:45pm with just time for a short chat and supper drink before bed.

Friday morning was showery but forecast to brighten up for the afternoon, so we had a leisurely morning and a prompt lunch before driving to Grasmere for an afternoon walk. Even on a weekday, it was pretty busy in the Lakes, and we only just found space in the free parking layby on the main road. Plenty of others had chosen to follow the same route as us, up Easedale to Easedale Tarn, but the valley was still quite peaceful and the surrounding fells looked good in the sunshine. We admired the waterfall on Sourmilk Gill as we climbed, with Tarn Crag gradually coming into view above and eventually the tarn itself.

Easedale
Waterfall on Sourmilk Gill

It was breezy by the tarn so we didn’t stop long there, dropping down slightly for our snack break. We returned by the same route, with views of Helm Crag and Fairfield ahead, and took the short detour into Grasmere village to pick up some gingerbread before heading home.

Easedale Tarn
Looking towards Helm Crag and Fairfield

Saturday’s forecast was for continuous heavy rain. I was keen to attend a parkrun but by the time I went to bed had not managed to decide between heading west to Millom, north to Penrith, or south to Morecambe Prom. I got up early to leave all options open and, reviewing the overnight radar data and morning forecast, decided that Penrith had been the driest and had the lowest chance of rain. It didn’t seem promising as I drove through persistent rain over Shap Summit, but pleasingly it cleared about five miles south of Penrith. It had clearly not been a very wet night there, as I found on my warm-up that the course was not even puddly, whereas I had seen that it had flooded during the previous week’s parkrun!

The River Eamont, by the parkrun course

Hoping for a good time on the flat, gravel-surfaced course, I decided to set off at about 19-minute pace and see what happened. I was really pleased that I was able to cling on to that speed all the way and finish in 19:09 – my best since before the pandemic. I had passed the 5km mark in 18:57. Drizzle started to blow in as I caught my breath, so I didn’t hang around for long before setting off back to Kendal.

It actually stayed fairly dry for much of the day. We went out for a local walk through Kendal Parks after lunch, and only got caught in one short shower. It was good to explore the immediate surroundings of my parents’ new house a little.

Mum and Dad above Kendal Parks

Sunday had been supposed to be a better day than Saturday but actually turned out much wetter, the rain barely stopping at any point. We had a game of Scrabble in the morning, then an early lunch, then got our waterproof jackets and trousers on for an afternoon stroll down to the River Kent. Plenty of water was flowing around the big meander and over the weir at Watercrook, with even the ducks choosing to stay on the bank!

The weir at Watercrook

After enjoying roast dinner with my parents, I had a wet but undelayed evening drive back to Derby. Overall, not a good weekend to have chosen to be in Cumbria, but I was glad that I’d taken the Friday off and enabled that one good outing to the Lake District! There’s a map of our route up Easedale here, and a few more photos here.

Baslow and Combs (20th-21st May 2023)

Summer has definitely arrived this weekend in Derbyshire, so I celebrated with two days of walking and running in the Peak District.

Saturday started at Monsal Trail parkrun. I haven’t run it officially before – only a freedom parkrun on the old Bakewell parkrun course before it was re-branded post-Covid. It was a warm and sunny morning but the trees lining the trail offered frequent shade. I reached the 5k mark in around 19:45 but couldn’t quite get to the finish line under 20 minutes this time, clocking 20:01 in the results. At least I managed to get ahead of the man in the inflatable alien costume, even if only after 4km!

Monsal Trail parkrun

After parkrun, it was only a few minutes’ drive down to Baslow to start my day’s walk. I had planned to take in a few of the woodlands below the various eastern Edges in hope of some good displays of bluebells and spring foliage, and I was not disappointed!

Yeld Wood

Following my circuitous ascent to Wellington’s Monument, I followed the traversing paths below Baslow and Curbar Edges, finding more bluebells among last year’s dead bracken.

Scattered bluebells below Baslow Edge
Heading through the woods below Curbar Edge
Curbar Edge

Then I continued along Froggatt Edge and down through Hay Wood to Nether Padley, before ascending Padley Gorge, with beautiful dappled sunshine among the oak trees. Some of the faster runners of the Hathersage Hurtle race were descending as I climbed.

Dappled sunshine in Padley Gorge

Once I’d escaped the woods, I followed paths to Longshaw Lodge and there turned south to return to Baslow via White Edge and Baslow Edge, with super long-distance views over the moorland and the Derwent Valley. A map of my route is available here.

White Edge
Curbar Edge from Baslow Edge

Ruth drove down to my house in the late afternoon. We ate together, then spent the evening comparing plans for the next Peak Raid MapRun event, which we would tackle the next morning. The race started in the small village of Combs, northwest of Buxton. I’ve explored Combs Moss in the past but not really the valley and village to the west.

My route was generally clockwise, up onto Combs Moss and south along the edges, then back north past Combshead and Allstone Lee farms. I then zigzagged west on various little-used footpaths through the farmland to pass over the southern shoulder of Ladder Hill, looping back down to the shore of Combs Reservoir for the final stretch back to Combs village. The terrain gave more technical running and more challenging navigation than the first race of this year’s series, so I covered about 1.5km less in the two hours, but was pleased to set the highest score so far on this course, having visited 29 of the 35 controls and finished with 2 minutes to spare.

My Peak Raid route

Ruth’s route started similarly but omitted the big loop around Ladder Hill – good enough to be the leading female runner so far. We had lunch in the small park by the finish line, then took a short recovery stroll back down to Combs Reservoir. After that, we drove up onto the Cowlow road for another short walk onto the end of Combs Edge, to appreciate the scenery at leisure and take a few photos, before heading back to Hilton.

Combs Edge
Ruth above Combs Reservoir

Two cracking days on and around the eastern and western gritstone edges in the sunshine! More photos can be found on Google Photos here.

Coronation Bank Holiday (6th-8th May 2023)

I had wondered about going for a backpacking trip to Mid-Wales, but the wet forecast made it clear that was unlikely to be a very enjoyable experience, so I opted for another local weekend instead. I was keen to visit a new parkrun on Saturday and, given the royal connection, Market Bosworth Country Park seemed the obvious choice among the various options within 45 minutes’ drive. That choice was further corroborated when the parking marshal commented, on handing me my ticket, that there were lots of bluebells to enjoy around the course this week!

It was an undulating mixed-terrain course, with a long section of uneven grass in the first kilometre, then mostly dirt trails thereafter, with a few muddy patches. With hindsight, I went off too hard at the start and paid for it on the uphills in the final 2km! Given my sub-20 run at similarly-hilly Rosliston the previous week, I was a little disappointed with the time of 20:27, even if about 15s of that was beyond the 5km mark. It was an attractive location for a run though, and there was indeed a good display of bluebells in the woods on the western half of the course.

After the run, I picked up my phone from the car to grab a few bluebell photos, jogged back to the car park machine to make my payment just before the hour was up, and headed straight home to arrive just before 10:30, thereby only missing the first few minutes of the Coronation parade to Westminster Abbey. I enjoyed watching the rest of the historical event. Rain from lunchtime onwards discouraged any further outdoor ventures.

Bluebells in Market Bosworth Country Park, and a passing parkrunner

Sunday was the one sunny day of the weekend. I spent it on a day walk from Monyash with the Gentian Club, led by Steve. We had a fairly leisurely start, meeting at 10am on the village green. Our route went all the way down Lathkill Dale as far as Alport, with lots of spring foliage and flowers to enjoy as well as the usual crystal-clear river waters and limestone crags. Helen did a good job of identifying many of the wild flowers for us, as well as a few birds and butterflies.

Heading down the upper section of Lathkill Dale
Further down Lathkill Dale
A short pause by the waterfall

We then headed up Bradford Dale past Youlgreave to pick up the Limestone Way back over the fields to Monyash. With a little bit of post-running soreness in my knee, the easy pace was quite welcome to avoid further damage. I enjoyed the good company and conversation as usual. We stopped for a quick drink at a café before heading home. A map of our route can be seen here.

Looking over Lathkill Dale
Cales Dale

Monday was even wetter than Saturday afternoon, so I had a fairly lazy day. There was a relatively dry spell around midday which I used for a stroll around Hilton Nature Reserve. Other than that, just a few chores and band rehearsal later to end the day.

Hilton Nature Reserve
Bluebell woods

A few more photos from the weekend are available on Google Photos here.

May Day Bank Holiday weekend (29th April – 1st May 2023)

I stayed close to home for the Bank Holiday weekend, joined by Ruth for Saturday and Sunday. We started Saturday at Rosliston parkrun, me running hard to finish in 19:59 (my fastest Rosliston parkrun since 2019) while Ruth jogged around with Jo, pushing Claire in the buggy on Jess’ first 5k parkrun.

After bacon sandwiches in the café for second breakfast, Ruth and I headed off to Wootton for an afternoon stroll. It was only a short climb up from the village to the ridge of the Weaver Hills, where we followed the fence-line at the edge of the open access land to reach the summit. As our arrival coincided exactly with that of a large rambling group, we didn’t linger by the trig point but descended west to pick up the little-used and overgrown public footpath through the Wredon quarries.

Heading up onto the Weaver Hills

Better footpaths led us south through farmland and woods – the bluebells not yet at their best – to reach the very attractive and well-maintained grounds of Wootton Park. We paused for lunch below Ramshorn with extensive views south over the Churnet Valley and Staffordshire plains, and faint sounds of thrill-seekers at nearby Alton Towers.

Wootton Park

We continued through the parkland and past a few ornamental lakes to pass Wootton Lodge, today the home of Lord Bamford (handy for the JCB Headquarters and factories in Rocester), which just left a short climb up through the woods back to Wootton village. A map of our route can be seen here.

One of the lakes
Wootton Lodge

On Sunday, we headed to Great Longstone to have a go at the first of this year’s Peak Raid MapRun events. I chose an anticlockwise route, heading northeast up onto Longstone Edge then steeply down into Coombs Dale. Then I continued generally west, over High Fields and Middleton Moor, finishing with a crossing of Longstone Moor – the only pathless running of the day – and a long zigzagging descent back to Great Longstone. I was pleased that my pace matched my plan and I finished just over 4 minutes inside the two-hour time limit, having visited 31 of the 35 controls. That puts me in 2nd place for now. Ruth also had a good run, 12th place overall and 1st female. We will see how many others can get ahead of us before the event closes at the end of August.

Once we’d got our breath back, and eaten our lunch back at the car, we went for a leg-loosening stroll over to the fields Monsal Head then back along the Monsal Trail – see map here.

Upperdale from Monsal Head
Monsal Dale from the viaduct

I was busy with the band on Bank Holiday Monday, playing at the Castle Donington May Market. We played two sets in the Market Place, and I also enjoyed listening to the Leicestershire and Rutland Pipe Band.

Pipe band in Castle Donington

A good varied weekend, and only a week until the next Bank Holiday! More photos are available here.

Birker Fell and Swaledale (3rd-5th March 2023)

Unusually, we both had empty diaries, so I took the opportunity to visit my sister for the weekend. As she wanted to avoid damaging a sore knee, Ruth didn’t want to do long walks, so there was plenty of time for me to fit in a tourist parkrun to start Saturday. The chosen location was Barrow, which was about 45 minutes’ drive from Ruth’s house. Walking into the park at around 8:45, it seemed surprisingly deserted and we began to wonder whether I had somehow missed a cancellation notice, but sure enough a few volunteers were lurking in the bandstand and other runners soon began to emerge. The park is near the town centre, so I suspect a lot of the runners come on foot and don’t feel the need to leave much slack time in their travel plans!

In the end, there were 131 participants. Buoyed by my first sub-20 run for months, two weeks ago on the flat tarmac of Alvaston, I was feeling optimistic for a good time, but doubted I’d be able to achieve that milestone again when I saw the significant hill from lake to war memorial, to be tackled three times. I pushed hard though, and was pleasantly surprised to keep my average pace below 4:00/km throughout and finish in 19:47, just 2 seconds slower than at Alvaston. Four speedy under-16s beat me, two of them in under 17 minutes! Ruth walked around and photographed me at a few locations around the compact course!

Lap 1 at Barrow parkrun, surprisingly already running alone!

Afterwards, we headed north to park at the summit of the Ulpha / Birker Fell road. I had only visited these quiet hills around Devoke Water once before, so it was good to renew my acquaintance. We made an anticlockwise loop around the lake, taking in the rocky summits of Rough Crag, Water Crag, White Pike and Yoadcastle, and enjoying the distant views of the Scafell massif to the northeast, as well as towards the coast.

Looking over Devoke Water into the Lake District
The summit of White Pike, with Yoadcastle in the background

The continuation over Hesk Fell, down to the pass (with a pause for lunch), and back up the other side to Great Worm Crag, was grassier and less steep, From there, it got more interesting again, and it was good to revisit the Wainwright, Green Crag, with its impressive summit tor. Three other pairs of walkers there were the only others we passed all day. Then it was just a short walk back to Birkerthwaite and the car.

Looking past Harter Fell to the Scafell range, from Green Crag
Setting off down from Green Crag

Once we were back in Natland, Ruth had some marking to do, so I gave her some peace and quiet and popped into Kendal to call on Ian and Emma. Great to catch up over a cup of tea, initially with Ian, then joined by Emma and the girls once they returned from a 4th birthday party.

On Sunday we decided to head to the Yorkshire Dales: in particular, to Swaledale, where Ruth had a couple of unbagged Nuttalls. Looking back, I find that I’ve only made one previous visit to that valley myself, on a CUHWC weekend trip 12 years ago to the day! The drive up, via Kirkby Stephen, took around an hour. We parked in a layby just outside the small village of Muker. Once booted up, we headed north up Swaledale and then steeply up the rocky gorge of Swinner Gill – definitely the highlight of the day.

Swaledale, above Muker
Swinner Gill

Once we’d gained the plateau, it was easy walking along tracks to Rogan’s Seat and then on a small path beside the fence to Water Crag, where we had lunch in the large and effective shelter cairn. The moorland views were extensive, north into the North Pennines and south over Swaledale. The terrain was pretty featureless and it didn’t look like the pathless valley from Wham Bottom would give easy walking, so we took a bearing SSE to the end of the bridleway at Blakethwaite, passing over fairly rough heather but surprisingly dry bogs.

Blakethwaite

The tracks down beside Gunnerside Gill gave more attractive walking, with natural limestone crags and various industrial remains from the once-extensive lead mining. There was a lot of lurid green grass and moss in the abandoned mining rakes, presumably affected by the minerals in the soil.

Industrial heritage by the old Blakethwaite Smelter
Fields and barns below Winterings Edge

The final stretch from Ivelet beside the river back to Muker gave an easy grassy finish to the day. We took the 500m detour north to the footbridge once we had confirmed that there was no easy crossing available on the direct path. I paused at Ruth’s for dinner before hitting the road for a quiet and undelayed drive back home. Great to revisit two quiet but pretty areas that I had only been to once before. And less than a week until my next trip to the Lake District!

Maps of our routes are available here (Birker Fell) and here (Rogan’s Seat), and more photographs here.

RRDB (not)Butlins weekend in Ironbridge (6th-8th January 2023)

Usually, the weekend after New Year, a few of us from Rolls-Royce (Derby) Band take a trip to Butlins in Skegness for a social weekend at the annual Mineworkers Contest. However, there was no contest held this year, so I organised an alternative, “(not)Butlins” weekend away. The destination was Ironbridge, where we stayed in the spacious and well-equipped YHA hostel at Coalbrookdale.

As the lead booker, I felt I ought to arrive promptly on the Friday afternoon, so I got an early finish from work at around 2:30pm, picked up Becky from Littleover, and drove down to arrive in Ironbridge around 4pm – a surprisingly smooth journey for a Friday afternoon. Jeff and Helen had arrived a few minutes earlier and opened up. They had volunteered to lead the group catering, so we helped them unload the groceries into the large commercial kitchen before getting the kettle on and starting some advance food preparations for Saturday dinner. The others – 21 of us in total – arrived over the course of the evening and we had a sociable evening over dinner and a few drinks.

Saturday began with most of us heading to the nearby Telford parkrun. Fortunately, fairly heavy rain as we drove into town began to ease by around 8:45am and had fully stopped by the time the race briefing was underway, so we avoided a soaking! The course was comprised of two laps, one short and one long, mostly on tarmac, with a significant downhill to start and, of course, a significant uphill back up to the finish. I was first finisher from our group (as usual), but Tim’s run, around 90 seconds slower than mine, achieved by far the highest age grade, just over 70%. I strolled back down to the bottom of the hill to run back up with Heather D offering ‘encouragement’. She and several others ran good times. Afterwards, we got coffee and cakes at Costa before returning to the hostel.

Team photo after parkrun: Jane, Tim, Heather H, Hayley, Ashleigh, Jake, Meg, Heather D, Becky, Helen, Jeff, me, Will and Janine.

For the afternoon, I led some of the group on a walk up The Wrekin, while the others went for a sightseeing stroll by the bridge and river. We took the main path up from the east, enjoying clear views in all directions in the sunny spells. It was dramatic to see the flooded River Severn below, with the main Shropshire hills beyond. We continued along the ridge to descend to the lane to the west, then took lower-level tracks around the south side of the hill back to the cars.

Setting off from the summit of The Wrekin
Descending the steep west ridge

We were back at the hostel by teatime to shower and change before a big effort to prepare the group dinner under Helen’s leadership. After the meal, the evening continued with drinks and games in the lounge until late.

Sunday started with a full cooked breakfast together, after which we cleaned up and packed away all our stuff into the cars to check out by 10am. A few headed home or to other commitments, while most of us returned to the Ironbridge riverside for a stroll and/or coffee at a café. After that, we headed to the Exotic Zoo, close to where parkrun had been held in the Town Park, to potter around looking at the animals before another café stop for lunch before the drive home.

The Iron Bridge

In summary, a well-attended and very enjoyable social / team-building weekend away for the band before our main preparations begin for the Midlands Championships at the end of February. Perhaps, if the Butlins contest doesn’t resume, we’ll do something similar again next year.

There are a few photos here, and a map of our route up The Wrekin here. Telford parkrun results are here!

Rosliston, Elton and Errwood (19th-20th November 2022)

A local weekend this week, but a well-filled one! Saturday morning started with a volunteering session at Rosliston parkrun. This was my 25th time volunteering, earning me a T-shirt, so I marked the occasion by picking my favourite role, timekeeping. I arrived quite early so had time for a peaceful stroll around the forest before the run started.

Morning reflections before parkrun

After parkrun, I headed up to the White Peak for an afternoon stroll, taking advantage of the fair weather after lots of rain recently. I parked by the church in Elton. My first objective was one of the eight hills on the ‘Ethel’ list that I hadn’t bagged prior to that list’s creation, Harthill Moor. I would dispute whether the designated location is really the summit of a hill at all, as it has minimal prominence and there are several higher points further up the broad ridge, but it does have the distinction of a trig point. The “summit” offered decent views to the north and west.

The disused quarry on Anthony Hill

From there, I descended northwest into the head of Bradford Dale, and followed the valley downstream as far as Youlgreave, pausing for a late lunch on one of the benches.

Bradford Dale

I then followed the Limestone Way up to Robin Hood’s Stride, always a worthwhile objective with its distinctive rocky tor. That just left a short walk down past Dudwood Farm and back up to Elton.

Autumn colours near Harthill Moor Farm
Robin Hood’s Stride

On Sunday was the third of this year’s series of four Peak Raid 3 events (I had missed the second for the last Gentian trip, but can still quality for a series result as they take the best three results). The venue this time was the Goyt Valley, to the west of Buxton, with registration at Errwood Sailing Club. Ruth had decided to come down from Kendal to take part too, so we met in the large car park on the west side of the reservoir dam, and walked over to the start together. Although they had been forecasting rain or showers all week, it actually turned out to be a fairly sunny morning, the heavy rain having fully passed overnight.

Pre-race sunshine over Errwood Reservoir

The race went fairly well. I opted for a clockwise route, taking in 15 of the 19 controls and earning 500 out of a maximum 600 points. With hindsight, I did not visit the controls in the middle part of my route in the most efficient order, and could have saved nearly 1km and 90m ascent, perhaps saving enough time to visit an extra control within the three hours. I was happy with the start and end of my route though, and enjoyed the strenuous running through varied terrain and scenery. I finished with just 6 seconds to spare – judged to perfection! By chance, I had also passed over the summit of another of my missing Ethels, Foxlow Edge.

My chosen route

Ruth had also had a good run – a slower pace than mine but she had partly compensated for that by spotting that more efficient route. After we’d recovered and enjoyed the usual post-race coffee and flapjack in the clubroom, we returned to the cars, got changed, and then headed into Buxton for a café lunch and more discussion of our routes before we set off back to our respective homes.

A map of my route from Elton can be seen here: https://www.plotaroute.com/route/2090336
More photos are available here: https://photos.app.goo.gl/ZX2cNzakM5X1LHSP7

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