tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20308721951107022192024-03-12T22:55:01.605+00:00Joss Naylor Lakeland ChallengeIan Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.comBlogger136125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-46185654834661315162023-12-20T11:49:00.001+00:002023-12-20T11:49:28.303+00:00John Duff (M55) - 09 September 2023<p> </p>
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Training had gone well, so I set myself a 13.45 schedule. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg1 supporters Mark Whittaker and Martin Haworth </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglXYnsCaCXzMgc9lKOjK3WQnaSr4LMQPMQenaOBQ2x6NmYWt6a7Q_ogNii7Y2I8gbFkfA4fANZWBAhm9LORQXES-2t5GKKQHObJOgC4Bdi2qvxEkXF8ocmxdmOtIa6eha1C99OX2zp7XfFdlKho_RP76-L7LIwvTL8H-_GHkXK4Mu2m4x6dVK36qFcKO83/s1064/1000006200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="1064" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglXYnsCaCXzMgc9lKOjK3WQnaSr4LMQPMQenaOBQ2x6NmYWt6a7Q_ogNii7Y2I8gbFkfA4fANZWBAhm9LORQXES-2t5GKKQHObJOgC4Bdi2qvxEkXF8ocmxdmOtIa6eha1C99OX2zp7XfFdlKho_RP76-L7LIwvTL8H-_GHkXK4Mu2m4x6dVK36qFcKO83/w400-h198/1000006200.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pooley Bridge</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span> </span>After a photograph on the bridge we set off from Pooley Bridge at 6am. We didn’t bother with head torches as it was going to come light soon. The weather forecast was to be hot and it didn’t disappoint. We were looking forward to a lovely sunrise, but ended up with clag and spectacular cloud inversions instead. We made steady progress talking about anything and everything. Ticking the tops off as we went. We nearly overshot Rampsgill Head in the clag, but bagged it and we were soon at Thornthwaite Beacon. No spectacular views today. We were soon dropping down to Kirkstone via the tourist path due to the bad visibility. We were 5 minutes down but no issues. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg 2 support Mark Whittaker and Martin Howarth. <br /><span> </span>It was nice to meet our greeter at Kirkstone. Who’s name I can’t remember (Rainer Burchett - Ian). A quick feed stop and we headed up Red Screes. We followed some encouraging signs put out by some event team on the climb. I was climbing well and soon we were at the Fairfield summit. The clag had lifted and we were blessed with the first amazing views of the day. Seat Sandal came and went and we were soon at Dunmail. 5 minutes up. <br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-2woOe5x1_GIjq7NZSXKYBuJ6Gau8hOJM7au-91fLn2b-5XNkj7UZrbs529XZdSj7youZlyq3c0QWKAix7SaJPMPOA2cLcz8JAg02htlV57gmf1PaDVUo2mfAj1v8p70RqRU_L5_cGa7PSZZORcQIMAjdmM5YrMnub-qJcQ-H36tnrT-aRs-8c97N3c9/s1062/1000006201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="1062" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-2woOe5x1_GIjq7NZSXKYBuJ6Gau8hOJM7au-91fLn2b-5XNkj7UZrbs529XZdSj7youZlyq3c0QWKAix7SaJPMPOA2cLcz8JAg02htlV57gmf1PaDVUo2mfAj1v8p70RqRU_L5_cGa7PSZZORcQIMAjdmM5YrMnub-qJcQ-H36tnrT-aRs-8c97N3c9/w400-h188/1000006201.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Dunmail Raise</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg 3 support David Fort and Matt Dunn. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjED7OOS5OEj3rh0sox85qV7Eh8vrz1RSZNosCECyKmQrXLIKT7_Xjg8wvFMb784a917h8APX8-ussd24Gxe69dqiM1h2ZnRscDFl4x0rDS18oXVgFyHdlPkUvrxvih7OuF6YTKH6rWB7gnlLTpalH8N1odDqKxbbVNp4ymnRGumNRLLDVbXBRvzPjYZE5/s1360/1000006203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1360" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjED7OOS5OEj3rh0sox85qV7Eh8vrz1RSZNosCECyKmQrXLIKT7_Xjg8wvFMb784a917h8APX8-ussd24Gxe69dqiM1h2ZnRscDFl4x0rDS18oXVgFyHdlPkUvrxvih7OuF6YTKH6rWB7gnlLTpalH8N1odDqKxbbVNp4ymnRGumNRLLDVbXBRvzPjYZE5/w318-h400/1000006203.jpg" width="318" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Approaching Great End</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span> </span>It was lovely to see Lisa and my leg 3 support. Another quick feed of muller rice and a can of coke and we were on our way. Dave and Matt set a good pace up Steel Fell. They were spot on with the nav in the clag. We were soon at High Raise and 12 minutes up. Bowfell is always a tough climb, so I had a gel at the start of the climb. I was still climbing well. We were moving quickly and soon descending Great End and on our way to Styhead. 37 minutes up. <br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg 4 support Helen Buchan and Charlie Parkinson. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5g9pVkKPiTvaV_5rNWIyWfZ1UpyK9cOAI9Ssbza04jxI2LjLzkCMp_Fq0pvJa5m1T3S-2l4UnRrFNErLvdRXd-KiMaZ_mDuOEhaMHKAlhDbyZhTXB1u135N-ou_RaEElZavh5HGAsRz6d27Dwlz_znvSxQc5ZiBpyd8TvKEhd0-5ZwUY4iFaCYTDpMDUI/s1426/1000006202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1426" data-original-width="1070" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5g9pVkKPiTvaV_5rNWIyWfZ1UpyK9cOAI9Ssbza04jxI2LjLzkCMp_Fq0pvJa5m1T3S-2l4UnRrFNErLvdRXd-KiMaZ_mDuOEhaMHKAlhDbyZhTXB1u135N-ou_RaEElZavh5HGAsRz6d27Dwlz_znvSxQc5ZiBpyd8TvKEhd0-5ZwUY4iFaCYTDpMDUI/w300-h400/1000006202.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Middle Fell</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span> </span>Plenty of food at Styhead. I was feeling good climbing Great Gable. It must have been the jam butties. We made good progress on leg 4 passing a couple of BG supports going the other way. We were soon descending the scree off of Haycock. We were running low on water which was a bit of a problem in the heat. We spotted another challenger in front that had set off 15 minutes before us. The Seatallan climb had been playing on my mind as I wasn’t sure how much I had left in the tank. I tucked in behind Charlie and followed his ankles. We were soon at the summit. The last climb was here. I was climbing well and soon passed the other challenger before the summit. A speedy descent and we were soon in Greendale. In a total time of 12 hours 49 minutes. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXlK2nohikB0LRN9JmRvHs91gZMCH-eN3vUQ3pioMR2RcxxRqriQc374f9-cbPvpFxts_yyFzssytg7O6YS0S51g835UkILXX-grAlMz3ryigS_BX61KgHZ9Sjz0n_3-1TvQZPh7uy_b964nKvzz2LJBEpmCeiEnBS-5jAx6Y7AQNveEgrhDt8w7jJr5o/s2108/1000006199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2108" data-original-width="1001" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXlK2nohikB0LRN9JmRvHs91gZMCH-eN3vUQ3pioMR2RcxxRqriQc374f9-cbPvpFxts_yyFzssytg7O6YS0S51g835UkILXX-grAlMz3ryigS_BX61KgHZ9Sjz0n_3-1TvQZPh7uy_b964nKvzz2LJBEpmCeiEnBS-5jAx6Y7AQNveEgrhDt8w7jJr5o/w190-h400/1000006199.jpg" width="190" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Greendale Bridge</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />I was so happy to see Lisa, my awesome road support. <br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I’d like to thank my support crew, Mark, Martin, David, Matt, Helen, Charlie. I’d like to give a big thank you to Lisa who was my road support for the day and as always encourages and supports me through all my crazy adventures. <br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I managed to raise £520 for Action for Pulmonary Fibrosis </span></div>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-73360248490864215202023-12-04T19:14:00.001+00:002023-12-04T19:14:31.210+00:00Tom Brunt (M50) - 02 September 2023<p><span style="font-family: arial;"> Tom Brunt (Dark Peak Fell Runners, V50) – Joss Naylor Lakeland
Challenge, September 2, 2023</span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">It was a warm and
hazy late summer afternoon on the wonderful limestone hill of Arnside
Knott. The Arnside bore had just raced up the estuary flooding the
sandbanks and mudflats in a matter of minutes. But my focus was on
the skyline of the Lakeland fells - working from right to left I
picked out High Street, Stony Cove Pike, Red Screes, Fairfield and
Seat Sandal. It is one of my favourite views and today it held a
special significance today as just 24 hours earlier I had been
running across the rocks, scree and squelching bogs of those peaks in
a race against the clock. Stiff and aching legs were a constant
reminder of that fact.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">24 hours
earlier…</span></i></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I set off from
Pooley Bridge at 8:03 (the stray 3 minutes due to some last-minute
watch faffing) with Bill Stewart for company. The weather forecast is
glorious, perhaps a little too glorious. Even at 8am the sun is
strong, and it is clearly going to be a hot day. The first peak,
Arthur’s Pike passes without incident and exactly on schedule. The
pace feels brisk but manageable as we ascend onto the broad ridge
heading south towards High Street. Minor (in some cases very minor)
peaks come and go. Below Kidsty Pike early morning mist bubbles up
from valleys to the east burning off quickly in the sun. Down into
Threshthwaite Mouth and the relief of a walking climb. Up until this
point it has been 2 hours of continuous running – the MV50
schedule for the first leg is a stern taskmaster. A good descent into
Kirkstone sees us arrive at the carpark to be greeted by Paula (my
wife and chief road support) and Rainer Burchett (JNLC reception
committee). Apologies to Rainer if we were rather brusque! This was
meant to be a two minute stop – in reality it stretched to seven.
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<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Refuelled and
doused in water we head off up Red Screes. Bill is on support duties
for this next leg too. More food, more drinks and noticeably less
chat; instead, we focus on the task at hand. The next climb up to
Hart Crag drags – even with the patented Borrowdale Fell Runners
Hodgson Relays leg 3 line we only manage to equal the split time. The
sun is relentless and any hint of a breeze has disappeared. Up and
over Fairfield and then my legs object to the sudden change from
steep descending to climbing up Seat Sandal. A twinge of cramp shoots
up the inside of my leg – this was not part of the plan. On the
summit of Seat Sandal I glance round to check on Bill. A mistake… I
catch my foot on a stone and crash unceremoniously to the ground.
Every muscle group in my right leg seems to go into some sort of
spasm. My left knee is bleeding. I feel nauseous. Gingerly I get back
up and walk / jog / trot down to Dunmail not feeling on top form.
Time to re-group.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBK_K2LDmxEDrofnu30y8sv2Yf-4FGxMJSA4otL0bgVTpWUjSruSN8VALGd2-fyISex0K0mar5Amih4xdy1nbRhnom5d7Ey3RraFCmTpVGqIvvtdpHEYFB1HIqgURyqZIobht6tWr58yUCFE1f2KtSKNSPCeZnTvJmxdQydfyjM-ZJ7g-p-yclLLHoxdCH/s1324/JNLC%20Dunmail.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1324" data-original-width="1016" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBK_K2LDmxEDrofnu30y8sv2Yf-4FGxMJSA4otL0bgVTpWUjSruSN8VALGd2-fyISex0K0mar5Amih4xdy1nbRhnom5d7Ey3RraFCmTpVGqIvvtdpHEYFB1HIqgURyqZIobht6tWr58yUCFE1f2KtSKNSPCeZnTvJmxdQydfyjM-ZJ7g-p-yclLLHoxdCH/w308-h400/JNLC%20Dunmail.jpeg" width="308" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">Preparing to leave Dunmail Raise (Swatts, Jack and myself)</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table></p>
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<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Bill’s work is
done for the day and his final selfless act is to give me his two
ice-cold cans of coke. They are accompanied with fresh peaches
(delicious), and I try to eat, drink and get organised for the next
leg as efficiently as possible. Minutes disappear at an alarming
rate. Support from here to the finish comes from Stephen Watts (aka
SWatts of Pennine Fell Runners – himself a successful JNLC V50 man)
and my own Dark Peak clubmate Jack Foxall. The youngest member of the
team, BilI’s daughter Tilly (13), is joining us for Steel Fell –
she sets off ahead and is soon marching up the fellside looking as
though she could carry on to Wasdale. Normally I relish steep walking
climbs like Steel Fell but instead I feel lethargic– we are not
catching Tilly up. Things take a turn for the worse heading to High
Raise negotiating the bogs and knolls along the undulating ridge.
Jumping over a boggy area my legs cramp up again. I have no idea how
to stretch out my inner thigh. I seem to vaguely remember a technique
called the “Naylor Shake” for dealing with cramp, but
unfortunately none of us have the faintest idea how to administer a
“Naylor Shake”. Instead, I opt for lots of liquid and
electrolyte. This section is a low point. It feels as though we are
moving through treacle, the air is hot, the ground is wet and boggy
and I have taken my eye off the ball with the navigation so we end up
(needlessly) on Calf Crag. The final drag to High Raise, descent to
Stake Pass and the gentle ascent to Rossett Pike are little better.
Mercifully clouds fill in and we are granted some respite from the
sun – not a moment too soon. The food and drink start to kick in
climbing up Bowfell. Leaving the boggy terrain behind and getting
onto the rocky peaks which constitute the most dramatic section of
the route – Bowfell to Steeple – is also a boost for morale. This
is familiar territory, we get the direct descent line off Great End
spot on and meet SWatts’ wife Mel at Sty Head with additional
supplies. More peaches (tinned this time) really hit the spot. Mel
and SWatts have devoted their wedding anniversary to this run –
impressive commitment to the cause. Similarly, Jack has rearranged
his weekend plans at short notice to support and travelled up from
Sheffield this morning. I feel a strong sense of obligation not to
let the support crew down.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leaving Sty Head
I am about 30 minutes down on my 11:40 schedule so I need to claw
back at least 10 minutes, preferably a bit more to avoid an anxious
final descent to Greendale Bridge. The best place to start is the
long slog up Great Gable. We gain 3 minutes which is a real morale
booster. The sun comes back out but doesn’t have the intensity of
earlier in the day; the air feels cooler. The cramps seem to have
gone – touch wood the salts and drinks have worked, and although my
legs are feeling wooden on the descents I am still climbing strongly.
SWatts and Jack are having to work hard to keep up on the climbs –
I take this to be another encouraging sign. A few more minutes are
gained against the schedule on both Kirk Fell and Pillar. Little by
little my confidence is rising. I keep pushing hard on the climbs.
Scoat Fell comes and goes, Steeple too – a wonderful spot in the
evening sunlight. Grassier terrain leads up to Haycock and then the
delightful trod across to Seatallan. The mental arithmetic of times
and schedules and splits has been proving difficult, but I arrive at
the trig point after exactly 11 hours. Even in its current fuzzy
state my brain can work out that leaves me 1 hour (well, 59 minutes)
to make it to the finish. For the first time I feel pretty much
certain that I’m going to make it. Legs complain down the steep
drop off Seatallan, and then just Middle Fell, an understated gem of
a hill, is all that remains. I can see two figures on the summit. I
know SWatts is one and realise that the other is Paula who has spent
the day doing all the unsung road support tasks. It’s great to see
her on the final hill. We take a minute to admire the view in
stunning evening light and all trot down together. </span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I reach Greendale
Bridge 11 hours and 47 minutes after leaving Pooley Bridge. Hard
work; it had been in the balance for much of the way, but that made
the eventual success all the sweeter.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugRnN9ZYPecmpQCUS-bbocC_p163Hw4_yo3BzBuvcatipXVqElYAZhk3HyrPdCkUrPR9TRLJKEfjGtu0D9vceZKdMk59W2i4CAEiJoOGBZdlejyxQpmzAdmnhkXkPKdWiR81Tx-ZysAcoTPEXDSzS25TTGeFAfZ1v8FpB6JMxfYEG1zSKv8Tlope-0GV3/s1600/JNLC%20Middle%20Fell1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugRnN9ZYPecmpQCUS-bbocC_p163Hw4_yo3BzBuvcatipXVqElYAZhk3HyrPdCkUrPR9TRLJKEfjGtu0D9vceZKdMk59W2i4CAEiJoOGBZdlejyxQpmzAdmnhkXkPKdWiR81Tx-ZysAcoTPEXDSzS25TTGeFAfZ1v8FpB6JMxfYEG1zSKv8Tlope-0GV3/w400-h300/JNLC%20Middle%20Fell1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">Seatallan and Haycock from Middle Fell – Jack and I are just about visible…</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4T1EVKK2gvG0cApkDueqw4FAp8a76DB1cI7C5Uke81xTkOUJy6pHg-yqg6l7L1wAi7UcCYzVT-Ae2IVO6gQIiNi4DFYUOAHhDVH17-7MM1yVMUtkwiY1HcNSlFWSgPBvsUObtTIzuA_8kO3ta_22KgUEiVgYZo4m8avxjJQiy3ERzWTY3wUqsh4vS-VT/s1600/JNLC%20Middle%20Fell2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4T1EVKK2gvG0cApkDueqw4FAp8a76DB1cI7C5Uke81xTkOUJy6pHg-yqg6l7L1wAi7UcCYzVT-Ae2IVO6gQIiNi4DFYUOAHhDVH17-7MM1yVMUtkwiY1HcNSlFWSgPBvsUObtTIzuA_8kO3ta_22KgUEiVgYZo4m8avxjJQiy3ERzWTY3wUqsh4vS-VT/w400-h300/JNLC%20Middle%20Fell2.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">Jack and I reaching the top of Middle Fell.</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p align="center" style="break-before: page; line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; page-break-before: always;"><br /></p>
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<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Many thanks to:</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Bill Stewart
(Borrowdale Fell Runners) – Legs 1 and 2</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Stephen Watts
(SWatts, Pennine Fell Runners) – Legs 3 and 4</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Jack Foxall (Dark
Peak Fell Runners) -Legs 3 and 4</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Paula Gould
(chief road support and Middle Fell)</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mel Watts
(additional road support and Sty Head)</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tilly Stewart
(Steel Fell)</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Louise Stewart
(additional road support)</span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAQuY-NVfIJZtFMwVg-ev72zHlOWSEuul0vBx9Ns8H7k6Qw4JmQLyLt-k_I5biciHpVdpdegFtYX4XErRUvq2X7dJChcw_BYciLXti_SP36EFZ6uTshUAL8xMeigNCdX_uR3npuQBS_dDI0T039nq8dlfQwqGFdnL5E5q1GfaJJhdO1rLvAlYG4T6QFjBP/s1600/JNLC%20Greendale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAQuY-NVfIJZtFMwVg-ev72zHlOWSEuul0vBx9Ns8H7k6Qw4JmQLyLt-k_I5biciHpVdpdegFtYX4XErRUvq2X7dJChcw_BYciLXti_SP36EFZ6uTshUAL8xMeigNCdX_uR3npuQBS_dDI0T039nq8dlfQwqGFdnL5E5q1GfaJJhdO1rLvAlYG4T6QFjBP/w300-h400/JNLC%20Greendale.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">The obligatory team photo on Greendale Bridge – Swatts, myself, Jack and Mel</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p align="center" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><br /></p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-48705107269346848422023-12-01T08:10:00.002+00:002023-12-01T08:10:54.220+00:00Andrew Merrick (M60) - 11 August 2023<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I vaguely recall a running friend describing the Joss Naylor Lakeland Challenge as a Bob Graham for old gits... so it felt like it was probably something for me, given that the time allowed increases with age.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Below 55, you get 12 hours as a man and 14 hours as a woman (15 and 16 respectively over 55), but a somewhat generous 18 hours (for all genders) over 60.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">It was a good excuse to explore areas of the Lakes I didn’t know particularly well, the route starting in Pooley Bridge and heading over two legs to Dunmail, via Kirkstone, before then using a reasonable amount of the Bob Graham route, dropping into Greendale (near Wasdale) some 44 miles and 17,000 ft later.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">The forecast for Friday issued by MWIS on Thursday afternoon looked encouraging, so we stuck with the plan of a dawn start in Pooley Bridge, after an overnight stay in a pub car park (what’s not to like) the night before, giving ample opportunity for pre run fuelling.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Jane McCarthy had kindly agreed to support the first two legs, and we set off as planned at 5am, on a rather murky, damp morning. The first leg is relatively gentle in terms of climb so I was keen to ensure we stuck with my intended 16 hour schedule, so that the support crew weren’t hanging around too much. We had to contend with low cloud and a blustery wind, which brought a number of showers with it, particularly on the higher parts of the route. The temperature was quite pleasant but the wind and rain eventually forced us both to resort to waterproof jackets for the final climb and descent into Kirkstone. Visibility was down to about 50 meters at this point so we were pleased to see Lis, our road crew, and Rainer, a member of the club who had appeared to wish us well, before we headed off up Red Screes armed with more tailwind and a banana. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">We caught the briefest glimpse of the sun as we got close to the summit of Red Screes, and that was probably the only time all day, with the rain jacket also being a pretty permanent feature. There are only four summits on leg 2 (8 miles – 3,200ft) the final two of which are Fairfield and Seat Sandal and therefore familiar to Bobbers. We had gained a little more time as I parted company with Jane at Dunmail, refuelling with tea and porridge before setting off with the birthday boy (Peter Shelley) following some more of the Bob route up to Steel Fell before diverting (off path) to High Raise and beyond. It had at least stopped raining by this stage although it was wet under foot (I understood why Peter had his waterproof trousers on, when he went knee deep in bog at one point) and the wind became stronger and more gusty. I was getting to the slightly tired stage at this point so found the long off path into the wind climb up to High Raise hard work, although the subsequent run down gave a period of recovery before the climb up to Rossett Pike, and the challenge of Bowfell. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">I have often struggled to find the right route up Bowfell and have ended up having to do some impromptu scrambling to get back onto what I would regard as the main path. This time Peter and I did manage to stay on a path, although not quite the intended one and took the summit by surprise from the rear having had some further off piste adventures.... Happily we were still slightly ahead of schedule and briefly had Hayley from Birmingham for company (the second runner we had seen all day), who added a detour to her plan to join us on Esk Pike and Great End. Very kindly and in a chilly wind, Jann and Alison Weston were waiting for us at the summit of Great End to help us navigate a route down to Sty Head.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">The birthday boy left us at that point, after I had been served coffee by Mr Weston, who had kindly brought a flask up the 4 or so miles from Wasdale. Recharged, we set off on the last leg, similar in distance and climb (5,000ft) to leg 3. With Jann and Alison navigating, leg 4 was reasonably uneventful if somewhat slower, other than the ongoing battle with the strong blustery wind, Windy Gap in particular living up to its name. Fortunately the route out and back to Steeple wasn’t in the worst of the wind, and equally fortunately Jann didn’t mention someone had been blown off there on a previous attempt.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">From then on, other than focusing on staying upright (both wind and tiredness were against me) it was a question of counting down the climbs until we got to the final peak at Middle Fell where we probably had the best (only?) view of the day, down towards Wastwater. Peter re-joined us there for the descent to Greendale Bridge, arriving just ahead of my intended schedule in just under 15 ½ hours. Unfortunately the man himself wasn’t well enough to join us although we had armed ourselves with Mackeson Stout, just in case. Instead, we celebrated with Graham (Weston), Paul and Lis, with beer and tea before heading home after a long but satisfying day. I am now looking forward to two dinners this autumn.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKaRPQd4RZNlnlOQzd9II7rixMCTkuciXUHqJURtamtJRsqa5xqrYNnMb5Ah47rkMYrY4uWKZMc0r-KqDXFsxfMJYaEyuAN4cOaaeSbZ9OInYmcfAn6zXyAVq4KBe6knZQQsaNie7GqZ2bammXP8wIFzHhlxj_urT3v_0zFhcwsDCbgZEUAnS3QC1cuzsw/s1024/JN%20Finish.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKaRPQd4RZNlnlOQzd9II7rixMCTkuciXUHqJURtamtJRsqa5xqrYNnMb5Ah47rkMYrY4uWKZMc0r-KqDXFsxfMJYaEyuAN4cOaaeSbZ9OInYmcfAn6zXyAVq4KBe6knZQQsaNie7GqZ2bammXP8wIFzHhlxj_urT3v_0zFhcwsDCbgZEUAnS3QC1cuzsw/w400-h300/JN%20Finish.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Greendale Bridge</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">A big thank you to my fantastic support crew of Jane, Peter, Jann, Alison and Lis, with a guest star appearance from Graham at Sty Head, and Paul C (in charge of comms at Greendale by finding the right rock to stand on to get signal!), all of whom gave up a significant amount of time to support this blustery adventure. And a final thank you to Ian Charters of the Joss Naylor Club for his patient and timely response to my many queries.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Andrew</span></div><div><br /></div>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-11699457790416916662023-11-29T07:30:00.003+00:002023-11-29T07:32:45.794+00:00Chris Smallman (M60) - 08 July 2023<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>At 5am on Saturday 8</span><sup>th</sup><span>
July, I met up with Alistair Hearn and Ian Hewett in the car park at
Pooley Bridge for the start of my Joss Naylor Challenge. After a
quick photo on Pooley Bridge itself and with sufficient light, so no
need for head torches, we set off on my 17.5 hour schedule. On this
first leg the weather was being very kind, warm and with a lovely
breeze which meant the visibility of the summits was clear and
distinctive. Underfoot was very dry so managed to gain time on the
schedule and hit Kirkstone Pass 25 minutes ahead.</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">After an approximate 10 minute
break and having an unexpected meet and greet from Rainer
I headed off up Red Screes with Alistair Hearn, Ian Stephenson, Alex
Kirby and Alan Bland. After summiting Red Screes we ascended
Hart Crag increasing my lead by 45 minutes. This I felt was going to
be very beneficial as I knew the next two legs were going to be the
hardest. Again another productive leg which saw us arriving into
Dunmail at 11.02, now being 50 minutes ahead of schedule and the
weather was still holding for us. </span></p><p align="left" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Here I took a 15-minute break,
refuelled and then started the ascent up Steel Fell with two fresh
new pacers in Josie Greenhalgh and Marcus Taylor. Everything was
still going ahead of schedule until we hit Bowfell where I started to
struggle with stomach issues and cramp. With the help of Josie
giving
me salt tablets and Marcus firing coke into me and both urging me on
I pushed on. Near the top of Sty Head I vomited which cleared my
stomach and made me feel a lot better and hit the top ready and
willing to hit leg 4. Here I was met by James McLaughlin, Chris
Wright and Stephanie Wilson. Stephanie had climbed up from Wasdale
Head to bring extra supplies, James had climbed up from Greendale
Bridge and Chris had climbed up
from Honister Slate Mine.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: arial;">James, Chris and myself then headed
off to ascend Great Gable once on the summit we were greeted with
thunder, lightning and torrential rain. I was now feeling a lot
better and still making good time even though the visibility was now
pretty poor, we also still managed to navigate the last summits
without any errors. After descending off Middle Fell, the last
summit, we ran to Greendale Bridge ahead of my scheduled time in 16 hours 18 minutes being met by Stephanie who had run back into Wasdale
and Sarah Smallman, my wife. We were pretty drenched by this time
but happy to have completed it.</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;">I would just like to say a big
thank you to all of my support crew but especially a big thank you to
my wife as this would not have been possible without her.</span></p>
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</p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-90942104227190339512023-11-25T09:21:00.001+00:002023-11-25T09:21:59.986+00:00Glynn Jones (M70) - 17 July 2023<p><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Last time (24 days before) everything was right except the weather: 60 mph winds for a retreat from Hart Crag the first (in June 2022) my fitness wasn't good enough and I was 14 minutes over the 24 hours. This time it had to work I would not be enticed into a fourth attempt! Not even by my keen band of 4 who have helped me to refocus my life after Barbara died in 2020: Jane Meeks, Gary Baum, Helene and Jonny Whitaker. All younger, fitter, and more talented than me. All lovely people. Would their kindness stretch to the slow pace of a 70-year-old with a gammy knee?</span></span></p><span class="md-plain" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It did! Although my lack of bravery on the descents (I have osteoporosis) must have exasperated them. You who read this will know that the JNLC has 17,000 feet of descent and it's 49 miles (the most rough and steep bits coming after half-time, when quads are turning to jelly and knee joints to wood) descending anything more than 20° slope has not been a joy for me for the last 30 years, but I will not describe my tribulations of this challenge’s descents - slippery rock on Gable and Kirk Fell gave me a tumble several times - or this account will become a lament instead of a swansong. My team managed magnificently and had done their homework thoroughly. Thank you Jane, Helene, Gary, Jonny. It was an honour to be supported by you and a wonderful 23 hours 46 minutes for me.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span class="md-softbreak" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="softbreak" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;">
</span><span class="md-plain" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Serenaded by fighter jets, Jonny takes me fast along High Street, every split time gaining on the schedule, so that we arrive at Kirkstone 36 minutes up. Glorious Summer afternoon becomes sombre evening as cloud creeps in from the west and we get a few spots of rain on Pike How. Two more minutes are gained as Gary unerringly leads me across Beckstones Moss, He’s recce’d this section so many times that he doesn’t need to look at the map. His third time pf pacing me here but first in daylight (which is rapidly dying as cloud envelops the tops). </span></span></div><div><span class="md-plain" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJnZap-GD9XmezNGapd5mlC4FhngBmA1xvdS4Iz_U-HFDL9HvH4_A6-G34cvPjoyt2u4SwRdfN3jJI2ifUEyylRWWZoPHni-Zm-LccuK6RryyaMyumQUQUar-9WgoSHtrA312c6VqWsdEK19Y_ycRZ2T01AkwEWBQm7dKK_MeLeMLVzAN17Y53F8a5GVq/s2974/IMG_5045.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2974" data-original-width="2230" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJnZap-GD9XmezNGapd5mlC4FhngBmA1xvdS4Iz_U-HFDL9HvH4_A6-G34cvPjoyt2u4SwRdfN3jJI2ifUEyylRWWZoPHni-Zm-LccuK6RryyaMyumQUQUar-9WgoSHtrA312c6VqWsdEK19Y_ycRZ2T01AkwEWBQm7dKK_MeLeMLVzAN17Y53F8a5GVq/w300-h400/IMG_5045.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span class="md-plain" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="md-plain" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="md-plain" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;">From being 38 minutes up on Fairfield my descending inability and darkness reduce this lead. By the time we arrive at Dunmail, alive with insect life attracted by head-torches, I’m exactly on the 22.5 hour schedule. This is fine by me because I don’t expect to finish anywhere near 22.5 hours, but the ladies are worried, which gives them reason to divest me of all gear, including compass & map. The men at least allowed me my bumbag with nibbles and water: I never imagined these nice women could be so severe! Apparently, I will not have the option of lying down in, or even on, my survival bag; of taking photos; of stopping to have the occasional peek at the map. This no-nonsense approach is right of course, they know how I procrastinate with legs as well as brain….</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span class="md-softbreak" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="softbreak" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;">
</span><span class="md-plain" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I do as I am told and move steadily up the beast of Steel Fell, into the cloud which will keep us wet, or very wet, for the next 11 hours. Up here a breeze keeps the insects at bay but with darkness had come a dreadful lethargy and “steadily” isn’t enough to prevent me from losing time (I lose 4 minutes on Steel Fell). I don’t want to disappoint my team, so I stride manfully onward through marsh & tussock to High Raise (31 minutes lost). But “manfully” isn’t enough either either, and by Rossett Pike (a further 28 minutes lost) I’ve slipped over a 23:30 estimate. I can hear the concern in their voices as they confer, but all they will say is “Every second counts, Glynn”. It’s fully light as we top out of the Bowfell Traverse. Light enough now to see the worry etched on their faces. Although Jane beams her radiant smile at me, this dims when I say I can’t face the direct line off Great End. Last year this took 58 minutes; a recce of the long route took 39 minutes; today I take 48 minutes ….</span></span></div><div><span class="md-softbreak" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="softbreak" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxkHKEJzaRoBSjni7oiiznMyOTOJOJKVWBh_EwsMIpURBhIwz7jno59aSeEdTmtZ6i-YSSyPdrzwB1wT9nUlDTefuRWtWsbMgMXyUBwSzfLgXA-Nq844iHtWiwygdVFfnhsuEbEXJWUrpYpVaAwGkUpcdFCpakIp1WLxMEd5s38G-Lh94cCq61SAA1_a4/s4032/IMG_6189.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxkHKEJzaRoBSjni7oiiznMyOTOJOJKVWBh_EwsMIpURBhIwz7jno59aSeEdTmtZ6i-YSSyPdrzwB1wT9nUlDTefuRWtWsbMgMXyUBwSzfLgXA-Nq844iHtWiwygdVFfnhsuEbEXJWUrpYpVaAwGkUpcdFCpakIp1WLxMEd5s38G-Lh94cCq61SAA1_a4/w400-h300/IMG_6189.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span class="md-softbreak" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="softbreak" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="md-softbreak" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="softbreak" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;">
</span><span class="md-plain" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;">[Postmortem of times revealed at at Styhead Pass I had tipped so far into the red that I was then 4 minutes over the 23:55 estimate! No wonder team morale dwindled]</span></div><div><span class="md-softbreak" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="softbreak" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;">
</span><span class="md-plain md-expand" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;">We’ve had some great atmospheric views but now the rain begins in earnest and we see only the inside of clouds. Time for heads-down plodding, digging deeper, getting back into the rhythm that a long hill challenge needs - a rhythm lost at my 10pm bedtime. We claw back 12 minutes on Gable, 20 minutes on Pillar, restoring their faith that it might just be possible. </span></div><div><span class="md-plain md-expand" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="md-plain md-expand" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhusrhEV5BuZ47DsexsTx3Z2Gac6VKekfJL80VPQThBOZ6EK1u2yNZJk8yQ11QZdF6z8yOtJwRDj2G3Q8RncPVS34FKJaq0CRXJUx-3Kzd2lQy4bJzHM48YSsfnvcfTukJ0-1kzhq3WaiBeVBNx1iWghIvGTTywBlec9gdrax5r7j2a0KkGJveuIBwah-2G/s1600/PHOTO-2023-07-18-20-28-29.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhusrhEV5BuZ47DsexsTx3Z2Gac6VKekfJL80VPQThBOZ6EK1u2yNZJk8yQ11QZdF6z8yOtJwRDj2G3Q8RncPVS34FKJaq0CRXJUx-3Kzd2lQy4bJzHM48YSsfnvcfTukJ0-1kzhq3WaiBeVBNx1iWghIvGTTywBlec9gdrax5r7j2a0KkGJveuIBwah-2G/w225-h400/PHOTO-2023-07-18-20-28-29.JPG" width="225" /></a></div><br /><span class="md-plain md-expand" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="md-plain md-expand" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Sheltering behind the wall on Scoat Fell we put on all spare clothing and hurry on, Helene continuing to post in broken biscuits, Jane guiding us expertly through the clag, down the rocky flank of Haycock. Standing on Seatallan, with water trickling down inside my clothing, I see my previously frowning friends are smiling! They are even relaxed enough now to allow me to know the time remaining! I have 105 minutes (last year it was 65 minutes). </span></div><div><span class="md-plain md-expand" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="md-plain md-expand" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Enough time, even for me with both knees seized to manage the last two mountains.</span></div></div><div><span class="md-plain md-expand" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNGdVghyphenhyphen_ayI9Bx2wVO3NR3qjEGJMFb3UwYvoAkBE783c84GUE0-3V2LdxAQe1JWYBB0vLobnh0F3CXYfXQwE9kRq6ubbGFulTdAJ9RgClk8eQY3LOJhyfNjR1A8wR_68jvkODItcW1lVepRgYLuDjpWnAAZh8-u8DFTKIM6YBVA0_QnpnYXcV2YMptV1j/s1600/PHOTO-2023-07-18-17-14-33.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNGdVghyphenhyphen_ayI9Bx2wVO3NR3qjEGJMFb3UwYvoAkBE783c84GUE0-3V2LdxAQe1JWYBB0vLobnh0F3CXYfXQwE9kRq6ubbGFulTdAJ9RgClk8eQY3LOJhyfNjR1A8wR_68jvkODItcW1lVepRgYLuDjpWnAAZh8-u8DFTKIM6YBVA0_QnpnYXcV2YMptV1j/w400-h300/PHOTO-2023-07-18-17-14-33.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Greendale Bridge</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span class="md-plain md-expand" face=""Open Sans", "Clear Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif" md-inline="plain" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; orphans: 4; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-79695756259672053772023-11-22T07:13:00.009+00:002023-11-22T07:17:00.231+00:00Anne Daykin (W65) - 01 July 2023<div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif">Leaving
Pooley Bridge at 4.00am, all is quiet. Up through the caravan park
no-one stirs. On the fell, around Loadpot Hill, a badger trundles
across the path in front of us. I hate early starts, but this is
great! Not long after this the raincoats go on, then the hat and
gloves. We pause behind the wall at Thornthwaite Beacon, appreciating
a brief respite from the strong wind. It’s not yet 6.30 and we’re
well on our way.</span></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /></span></span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;">Soon
we’re down at Kirkstone, and I sit on a towel in Teresa’s van
drinking a pint of tea while she makes me scrambled eggs. Off up Red
Screes, into the weather again. The cloud is down and it’s
confusing on Hart Crag, so Katy gets out the map and compass. No
hanging around on Fairfield, the wind is ferocious and the cloud is
still down. From Seat Sandal, Teresa sprints off to Dunmail Raise to
let them know we’re coming.</span></span></div>
<p align="left" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3IXsum8NBt1Qoq5uHxJG-jIsqAPe6kVLIboQ55o9jYO9lBZ5P9RvGaDEQ2L3a3llKVmYguEqX4HAAK_KR571m2ExfplfDIw2SzlTBoGmtdiR4ImN_Ua09Icp9lI2qIPe-PtG6vSmHGw2GGNSBeH2cRtqLxucF8uzk-ykbO1jLwpqPdgbdj5Orzie7RMyh/s2000/1%20Scrambled%20egg%20at%20Kirkstone.%20Photo_%20Teresa%20de%20Curtis.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3IXsum8NBt1Qoq5uHxJG-jIsqAPe6kVLIboQ55o9jYO9lBZ5P9RvGaDEQ2L3a3llKVmYguEqX4HAAK_KR571m2ExfplfDIw2SzlTBoGmtdiR4ImN_Ua09Icp9lI2qIPe-PtG6vSmHGw2GGNSBeH2cRtqLxucF8uzk-ykbO1jLwpqPdgbdj5Orzie7RMyh/w300-h400/1%20Scrambled%20egg%20at%20Kirkstone.%20Photo_%20Teresa%20de%20Curtis.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scrambled Eggs at Kirkstone (Photo-Teresa de Curtis)</td></tr></tbody></table><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></span><p></p>
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<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg
3 and the wind is getting worse. Strong enough to impede walking and
blow you off balance. “We won’t be running much in this” I say,
at the top of Steel Fell. It is what it is, the time doesn’t
matter, we just have to keep moving and we’ll get there in the end.
I take the lead, though Nikki warns me when I’m veering too far to
the right up High Raise. I planned to follow the grassy trod all the
way below Rossett Pike and just nip up onto the summit from directly
below, but I head into the rocks instead. Everything is greasy in the
wet, and I paid for my lapse when my foot slipped and a boulder
savaged a large area of skin from the side of my leg. I’m lucky
it’s just a surface wound. After Bowfell it doesn’t feel far to
Styhead, in spite of the wind. We choose the direct route off Great
End and Matthew sprints ahead, but they’ve seen us coming anyway.</span></span></p><p align="left" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTx0iaEVeb6uoi3Na0r1DbWkFRGyjCVFW7mB6cBW_-Ocrz4qZu5AeHJZ1XbNSHANlfYvNfBbRFbBMwRzkZpeA5gI4Lh-vcY8V_9cjdkXKLEYhqk4BGx9IONiaDC9k99Hhaq5Pi_K_gBOp-SocRe5WEy2aiG2iUwC0DziL3vrt27eJTV0wb_1rcLiAelwE/s2000/2%20In%20the%20wind%20on%20Fairfield.%20Photo_%20Teresa%20de%20Curtis.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTx0iaEVeb6uoi3Na0r1DbWkFRGyjCVFW7mB6cBW_-Ocrz4qZu5AeHJZ1XbNSHANlfYvNfBbRFbBMwRzkZpeA5gI4Lh-vcY8V_9cjdkXKLEYhqk4BGx9IONiaDC9k99Hhaq5Pi_K_gBOp-SocRe5WEy2aiG2iUwC0DziL3vrt27eJTV0wb_1rcLiAelwE/w300-h400/2%20In%20the%20wind%20on%20Fairfield.%20Photo_%20Teresa%20de%20Curtis.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the Wind on Fairfield. (Photo-Teresa de Curtis)</td></tr></tbody></table><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGc8rgv1pWBtvXt71vrEHCTXhYm8BzPU9gJrefzhGpCUmpzj7eE4ygk5wl_iiOjA_8vERxd6AHaySfv3j6LGzl0QXArFu-QPeDEB-al8AxNEcw10wUz3Bq3SJJZhnOdhvvTVjaKMEsWLJUs2L7tyhyphenhyphenasp-ighC2IO_BXRIN04H48AjQ_7wipSL40wiQA2/s4000/5%20In%20the%20wind%20on%20Great%20End.%20Photo_%20Nikki%20Hamerton.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGc8rgv1pWBtvXt71vrEHCTXhYm8BzPU9gJrefzhGpCUmpzj7eE4ygk5wl_iiOjA_8vERxd6AHaySfv3j6LGzl0QXArFu-QPeDEB-al8AxNEcw10wUz3Bq3SJJZhnOdhvvTVjaKMEsWLJUs2L7tyhyphenhyphenasp-ighC2IO_BXRIN04H48AjQ_7wipSL40wiQA2/w400-h300/5%20In%20the%20wind%20on%20Great%20End.%20Photo_%20Nikki%20Hamerton.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the Wind on Great Gable (Photo-Nikki Hamerton)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p align="left" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span><br /></span></span></p>
<div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;">I’ve
developed a craving for Kendal Mint Cake (“I’ve got some!”
pipes up Abby) and I forgot to ask for more Ribena here (“I’ve
got some!” pipes Abby again). The ticklist for Leg 4 has gone AWOL,
but Jean has the map marked up from her (sub 12 hour) Joss two years
ago, so we don’t have to think about it. A good team! I tuck in
behind Jean and we set off up Great Gable, still no let-up from the
wind. At the col beyond Gable the rescue helicopter is sidling in to
pick up a casualty. Rather apt, as I’ve chosen NW Air Ambulance as
my charity. Over Kirk Fell and down to Black Sail, where I’d
scheduled another brief stop. I know that I struggle to drink enough
cold liquid, so Linda and Dave, hunkered down behind a boulder, were
ready with more pints of tea.</span></span></div><p align="left" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE9Oy7jCpaV217pvD_xDrehUXdv6xk7hBetSGm_u0Sd9h9Zjjj1nZ7V3RHrFVBfYnMmG5i2uEeYOWhl1X8LXkZYyxrMJbVggMIbH7Se6bVlpEt0yBbKcZCFAqBIHVhG7dOb_mZC1pUIj_aLrimJMNxJsiLW0Fn6Q65F4Tly0R1oHN09zPUbKHQ8NLvoVTS/s4032/7%20NW%20Air%20Ambulance%20in%20action%20(descending%20Gt%20Gable).%20Photo_%20Abby%20Tighgeal.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE9Oy7jCpaV217pvD_xDrehUXdv6xk7hBetSGm_u0Sd9h9Zjjj1nZ7V3RHrFVBfYnMmG5i2uEeYOWhl1X8LXkZYyxrMJbVggMIbH7Se6bVlpEt0yBbKcZCFAqBIHVhG7dOb_mZC1pUIj_aLrimJMNxJsiLW0Fn6Q65F4Tly0R1oHN09zPUbKHQ8NLvoVTS/w400-h300/7%20NW%20Air%20Ambulance%20in%20action%20(descending%20Gt%20Gable).%20Photo_%20Abby%20Tighgeal.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Air Ambulance in Action, descending Great Gable (Photo-Nikki Hamerton)</td></tr></tbody></table><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p align="left" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8nMUewyCFUA6CNgnKJmrp-H-VHeo6JmCQ_dSWsRroMbvWY6n1o4t1-l9xaFttzxqRrVX7yExvTE_gtgSsENjVSGKky6H0leEHqv5RedU9sWKtpr8NVRBOOjlozTPNt_ZX8d9aIeGNApt6XKRP-mY4JP2GekxjKgpmc5EJa209rfePeANW8kA3hxwkpvFF/s4032/8%20Still%20in%20the%20wind,%20on%20Middle%20Fell.%20Photo_%20Abby%20Tighgeal.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8nMUewyCFUA6CNgnKJmrp-H-VHeo6JmCQ_dSWsRroMbvWY6n1o4t1-l9xaFttzxqRrVX7yExvTE_gtgSsENjVSGKky6H0leEHqv5RedU9sWKtpr8NVRBOOjlozTPNt_ZX8d9aIeGNApt6XKRP-mY4JP2GekxjKgpmc5EJa209rfePeANW8kA3hxwkpvFF/w400-h300/8%20Still%20in%20the%20wind,%20on%20Middle%20Fell.%20Photo_%20Abby%20Tighgeal.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Still in the Wind on Middle Fell (Photo-Abby Tighgeal)</td></tr></tbody></table><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p align="left" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></span></p>
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<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;">Onwards
towards Pillar, my legs feel strong but my pockets are filling up
with things I’ve taken a bite of and can’t finish. Abby keeps
passing me squares of Kendal Mint Cake, and we keep on going. It’s
so nice to get past Steeple, off the rocks, and suddenly we’re
running again, down the lovely grassy descent off Scoat Fell. Either
by good luck or good judgement, we avoid all the bogs between Haycock
and Seatallan (I hadn’t been able to recce a good line because it’s
been so dry recently) and suddenly here we are on Middle Fell. Steady
away on the final descent, same as we’d done the last 16.5 hours.
Now isn’t the time to fall over, and I don’t want to overdo it
and feel like a mess at the end. Lovely little group waiting on the
bridge to cheer me home – what a great day out!</span></span></p>
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</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIDflVY6Qtu3KJmrXSZonxowbl-jtTEkmqCf49BUpSY0yD9_Hbpm5JI5T-5XGeXwzI9VLGylqIr3i5L__Cv5cPr4-mldzjwEjvCHrmSgw7SM0c2pY8EZkC6VoGDzPD7reHr-JwBgRD2OTYL2nQYTLnbToNEWdCGLUskUjMEAw32S1_SdfiQIaaorv0uoeG/s1080/9%20Coming%20down%20to%20Greendale%20Bridge.%20Photo_%20Ian%20Charters.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIDflVY6Qtu3KJmrXSZonxowbl-jtTEkmqCf49BUpSY0yD9_Hbpm5JI5T-5XGeXwzI9VLGylqIr3i5L__Cv5cPr4-mldzjwEjvCHrmSgw7SM0c2pY8EZkC6VoGDzPD7reHr-JwBgRD2OTYL2nQYTLnbToNEWdCGLUskUjMEAw32S1_SdfiQIaaorv0uoeG/w400-h400/9%20Coming%20down%20to%20Greendale%20Bridge.%20Photo_%20Ian%20Charters.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Coming down to Greendale Bridge (Photo-Ian Charters)</span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><br />
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<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;">Official
finishing time is 16 hours 32 minutes, which I’m quite happy with
since we were running into a blustery headwind all day. I’m even
happier when I’m told I’ve set a new record for females over 65</span></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;">With
thanks to The Running Team:</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg
1 Ralph Baines, Mike Wallis (both Clayton Harriers)</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg
2 Katy Thompson, Teresa de Curtis (both Clayton Harriers)</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg
3 Nikki Hamerton, Matthew Daykin</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg
4 Jean Brown (Clayton Harriers) Abby Tighgeal (Craven Pothole Club)</span></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;">And
Ground Support:</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ken
Daykin, Mike Avison, Linda Gough, Dave Brown</span></span></p>
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</p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-69353727033979321442023-11-17T15:48:00.000+00:002023-11-17T15:48:03.425+00:00Steve Jones (M60) - 03 June 2023<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> <b>Steve Jones and his Joss Naylor Lakeland Challenge – 3</b><sup><b>rd</b></sup><b>
June 2023</b></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Steve informed me
a year ago that he wished to attempt the Joss Naylor as he would be
60 in October 2022. I was due to have a foot operation in the
December which would keep me out of action for about 12 months –
and Steve shrewdly knew that I would jump at the chance to be his
wingman as it would keep me involved with our running community.
There is nothing I like more than to plan and so I set about putting
the team together. Fast forward to base camp in Keswick last Friday
and we had a crack team of a dozen support runners and two
navigators. Partners of support crew and those who just wanted to be
there, swelled our group to nearly 30.</span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlMkttw4DpLZIt3zlEsqpmkoyEraFM0eRYjgMZZfQcy7kmENtGAhBCT4WhdXmYV99HR9gQe57klBaNYINM0c7XyLwFW4czXIH-5yw3uxW6A8sXRxl_H1aj9FlLroQgNZlzwIzCYGnrgxnPtPrlVdimgt2nOkWMx5YxJINycx5zd3Y77ENbLrF_BOvZZGxe/s640/The%20Start.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlMkttw4DpLZIt3zlEsqpmkoyEraFM0eRYjgMZZfQcy7kmENtGAhBCT4WhdXmYV99HR9gQe57klBaNYINM0c7XyLwFW4czXIH-5yw3uxW6A8sXRxl_H1aj9FlLroQgNZlzwIzCYGnrgxnPtPrlVdimgt2nOkWMx5YxJINycx5zd3Y77ENbLrF_BOvZZGxe/w400-h300/The%20Start.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The Start</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The weather
couldn’t have been better when Steve started at 3am on Poolley
Bridge, not a cloud in the sky and a near full moon. Leg 1 was
supposed to finish just before 7am at Kirkstone Pass – remarkably
Steve and his crew strutted in just before 6.20am. Oh dear, this was
too early for one of our support runners, maybe he planned it this
way! It was also a few minutes early for Rainer Burchett who had
kindly come out to support Steve, someone he had never met. Rainer
was a little taken aback when I told him where he lived and that I
stayed at his lovely house a few years ago when supporting one of his
friends on a BG attempt.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I just hoped that
the pace set for leg 1 wasn’t too suicidal. I was meticulous with
my planning, and schedules are put together for a purpose and so they
are followed – I would have stern words for the navigator / pace
setter if things didn’t work out…</span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6i6DDnQRZoKWTzk2KE9zEnUb44xNbWh82O0yBR244_KFfHfvChAVFe_dI3pzDKuAemayYbtsxmOx2-KZYwitttQRRehiumAUIwvAi6yZAiOzig8262Vzq5VBWzU-tfcqr4yZSVIhHJAWkbYGZ_wV5NpInl8TZzalYR2YZ9u405saAiEREIbNnvT1N0qk/s2000/Sunrise.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6i6DDnQRZoKWTzk2KE9zEnUb44xNbWh82O0yBR244_KFfHfvChAVFe_dI3pzDKuAemayYbtsxmOx2-KZYwitttQRRehiumAUIwvAi6yZAiOzig8262Vzq5VBWzU-tfcqr4yZSVIhHJAWkbYGZ_wV5NpInl8TZzalYR2YZ9u405saAiEREIbNnvT1N0qk/w400-h300/Sunrise.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sunrise</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">So, 45 minutes up
after leg 1 and the sun now up, the leg 2 support were instructed to
ease up on the pace. However, coming off Seat Sandal down to Dunmail
Raise looked effortless. Another 15 minutes banked and Steve was now
exactly an hour up on his 17.30 schedule. Two of our leg 3 support
runners arrived with literally minutes to spare, having driven from
Stockport in the early hours. A 5 minute sit down on the stile here
for Steve as he tucked into his rice pudding and had another change
of top, and then it was off up Steel Fell.</span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh2wPe3YZNr-JpfcWG8DONyDD_KEb2T6U5jWlL8Z8EkVt-W8hqWCHZAJGGoXVMQ8dUof9L01COs1ZVx35g_7NKJnY-z8-9UffobOqATEIfZJstGbR9NuXRoH_KoPFHYl8b7w12gQZJ24xGUpkAewBW7xcQGKM5es9Br38UCjDDWyaQ6E6EjxvE5GXleeke/s2000/Dunmail%20Raise.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh2wPe3YZNr-JpfcWG8DONyDD_KEb2T6U5jWlL8Z8EkVt-W8hqWCHZAJGGoXVMQ8dUof9L01COs1ZVx35g_7NKJnY-z8-9UffobOqATEIfZJstGbR9NuXRoH_KoPFHYl8b7w12gQZJ24xGUpkAewBW7xcQGKM5es9Br38UCjDDWyaQ6E6EjxvE5GXleeke/w300-h400/Dunmail%20Raise.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Dunmail Raise</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I was amazed at
just how many cars and campers Seathwaite can accommodate, when we
arrived in 2 cars with support runners for leg 4. The weather was
astonishing and on the walk to Sty Head the pools were full of people
cooling off. We only had 5 minutes to spare at Sty Head as Steve had
picked up more time, and he still looked remarkably well. Another
crack team of support runners were tasked to get him over the line.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We set off in a
convoy from Keswick at 3pm to Nether Wasdale and the finish at
Greendale Bridge. Over 20 of us were there to witness Steve run with
a smile to the finish in a time of 15.51, well inside his 17.30.
Joss couldn’t be there to meet Steve, but he’d kindly informed
his neighbours who he instructed to run to accompany Steve from
Middle Fell to the finish – a lovely gesture.
</span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-0sgNe0hOJziIc-fvPHs8-2g1IdpYINIZcR2Muv-OoD82WbCqBTNLtxgw8IzeSXmUARKhGVj1IxcPiEve5lmQaWmf2Ik92QHbEUPRgOnP_DB5FQkO2AmkG3QC_rmGvX4rl_5vA4uUsQgeomd6cWZG4-I5mv0WI_xT-unDt_rLgtPF6YE2hSudGzalKhH7/s640/Nearly%20there!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-0sgNe0hOJziIc-fvPHs8-2g1IdpYINIZcR2Muv-OoD82WbCqBTNLtxgw8IzeSXmUARKhGVj1IxcPiEve5lmQaWmf2Ik92QHbEUPRgOnP_DB5FQkO2AmkG3QC_rmGvX4rl_5vA4uUsQgeomd6cWZG4-I5mv0WI_xT-unDt_rLgtPF6YE2hSudGzalKhH7/w400-h300/Nearly%20there!.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Nearly There</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsE43S268-gRHHuAX8gHg_3kdrZjLUmQuzryVIphOoAC_QE3L6rpwxIOC80e_OydAjS0Rf64EfoTmkarhkdCuYISDDGm48gcT-9Mbp0ifur11TaWp05SLBokGXmuv2OON3m0PDzKIUDoYkuQ8YB6kK7fEy5vWLYNIZB3CTItq1oown8lwvf5zVJLW542TO/s640/The%20Finish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsE43S268-gRHHuAX8gHg_3kdrZjLUmQuzryVIphOoAC_QE3L6rpwxIOC80e_OydAjS0Rf64EfoTmkarhkdCuYISDDGm48gcT-9Mbp0ifur11TaWp05SLBokGXmuv2OON3m0PDzKIUDoYkuQ8YB6kK7fEy5vWLYNIZB3CTItq1oown8lwvf5zVJLW542TO/w300-h400/The%20Finish.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The Finish</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Steve really is a
machine. He is a legend and our hero in these parts – many of us
have only run in the Lakes and undertaken the BG, Lakeland 100 and
many others, due to Steve. We’re very proud of our friend and what
he’s achieved throughout his running career. The amount donated to
the charity of his choice is testament of that.
</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Neil Thompson<br />
8<sup>th</sup>
June 2023</span></p>
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</p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-5132564573483604632023-11-14T13:13:00.007+00:002023-11-14T13:13:49.504+00:00Nick Dybeck (M60) - 22 May 2023<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> <b style="text-align: left;">A family day out</b></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> The story of my attempt at the Joss Naylor Lakeland Challenge starts
way back in the 1990’s when, in my late 30’s, I took up running.
I was lucky enough to have moorland on my doorstep and I very quickly
discovered fell running, the Fell Runners Association, and heard
about a remarkable bloke called Joss Naylor. Just a few years
earlier, Joss had set up a challenge for the over 50’s which was in
a part of the world I loved, and ending near Ennerdale where I’d
once lived. I like a challenge and it was at least 14 years before I
could have a go, so there was plenty of time for training and
dreaming. That was it, I was inspired. One day I promised myself,
I’ll do the Joss Naylor Lakeland Challenge......</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">There are three
essentials for a successful attempt in my view; Inspiration,
Commitment, Training/Planning. So, I’d ticked the first box.
Thanks, Joss, the world needs people like you to do remarkable things
to inspire the rest of us.</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The second was to
prove a bit harder. I realised, after some recces and training at age
55 and 60, that the commitment required to stand on Pooley Bridge at
5am with even half a chance of completing, is huge. The furthest I’d
ever run on the fells was about 25km, and the longest I’d ever
spent on the hills was about 14hrs. So 66km, 4900m and 18hours was
daunting. It meant that I needed to commit to a 9-month training
schedule, learn about nutrition, experiment with food that’d stay
down, block out days and weeks in the diary for races and recces,
find comfortable and lightweight kit, constantly worry about diet and
falling ill, and become totally absorbed in the challenge.
</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In mid-2022, having
retired and with bit more time to train, but well into the 60-65
category, I decided it was now or never. I made the
commitment.......and then realised I’d need a support team to
commit too! Not being part of a club, and preferring solitary
running and the emptiness of wild open country, I wanted to make the
attempt with a small close-knit group of family and friends, so the
hard part was persuading them to commit to my selfish endeavour.
Luckily, I have two daughters who like a challenge, a long suffering
and supportive wife, and willing in-laws and friends. So, with their
commitment the date was set: May 22<sup>nd</sup> 2023. That was the
second essential nailed. Just a bit of training to do and some
logistics planning.</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">My training schedule
was deliberately flexible; gradually increase distance, ascent, and
time. Mix it up a bit; some long some short some hard some easy. The
build-up was gradual but relentless. I recce’d the route, some
parts several times, and imprinted it in my mind. I’d settled on
which energy bars, drinks, biscuits, and nibbles to take. My kit was
comfortable and well worn in. By April I was living and breathing
JNLC, becoming a bore, friends and family wondered if I’d ever talk
about anything else! In early May, I checked the weather forecast,
again and again, all looking good! When the floor at home was covered
in boxes of stuff for the changeovers and instructions for the
support team, it was obviously time to go. The date had been set 6
months ago and I couldn’t believe my luck. The weather was looking
good, a slight breeze, thin high cloud, and not too hot. Let’s go.</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The day itself,
looking back, is something of a blur. But I get frequent flashbacks
of great happiness. Catching the sunrise near Arthurs Pike, and the
sunset from Seatallan. Bouncing along the soft bogginess of Wether
Hill, sliding down the scree off Great Gable. Flying down from Stoney
Cove Pike, cruising along after Haycock. Floating up Red Screes, and
glad to get to the top of Pillar. Feeling the strain towards High
Raise, waves of joy descending from Middle Fell. Encouraging words
from Kirkstone meeters and greeters, whoops of delight at Greendale.
The pleasure of being in such a magnificent landscape, on such a
beautiful day with my daughters is indescribable. At the time, I had
absolute clarity. Every moment, I was in it. “You haven’t got to
think too far ahead” said Joss in a news article and I followed his
advice. I knew it was achievable so “just keep going” was one of
my mantras, as was “every little decision made (right left slower
quicker) is the right one” no need to get frustrated, you’ve
scheduled it so there’s plenty of time, you know you can do it.</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The real heroes of
the challenge, having trained so hard for it were my daughters. I
couldn’t have done it without their enthusiasm, stubbornness,
encouragement and determination. I’ll be eternally grateful too, to
the rest of the team who made sure we were properly fed, well
watered, suitably motivated, and pointed in the right direction every
step of the journey. And I couldn’t have done it without the
inspiration; thanks Joss.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">
</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">It was a great day
out with family and friends. </span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiedQXRn-SjaqUG21zByggQmIYd4eB2JtmJEg0rij6YEKA8p7QTrfc4rWKSMCCM0XjqHwl0TLcRVBuakiZOREzjf0U7TGpw5LS7s5jOTAkgoqir4EcygJ6_Y9gWtbY53QgeuWoe1fTatSVaybtTO1iNvqvueCPqfqyyErbPIyOmySTxLSEnheF1nHJghYuu/s1600/1-Arthurs%20Pike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiedQXRn-SjaqUG21zByggQmIYd4eB2JtmJEg0rij6YEKA8p7QTrfc4rWKSMCCM0XjqHwl0TLcRVBuakiZOREzjf0U7TGpw5LS7s5jOTAkgoqir4EcygJ6_Y9gWtbY53QgeuWoe1fTatSVaybtTO1iNvqvueCPqfqyyErbPIyOmySTxLSEnheF1nHJghYuu/w300-h400/1-Arthurs%20Pike.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Arthurs Pike</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic00s3q-YnMJQ9DRVcr0SgzywyC-AI-58V3tuZNRrdSPQJjMMNrIeYkoOXw2cJwnqLTGH5sCGuObs5tZv86wCdWdyS0FGeRIlvdDmmFNZYMTiLA5Z9nc-2KBdWYrCrAqVzjtbCy7fnp_vMC4NHo6qevsLsPqZQtAHzVubaxlFAC4rKbclksXNsrKhyoxkg/s1280/2-Rampsgill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic00s3q-YnMJQ9DRVcr0SgzywyC-AI-58V3tuZNRrdSPQJjMMNrIeYkoOXw2cJwnqLTGH5sCGuObs5tZv86wCdWdyS0FGeRIlvdDmmFNZYMTiLA5Z9nc-2KBdWYrCrAqVzjtbCy7fnp_vMC4NHo6qevsLsPqZQtAHzVubaxlFAC4rKbclksXNsrKhyoxkg/w300-h400/2-Rampsgill.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ramspgill</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-B85Tvywcf6153ZoSE0SRnEWRflcZD7CbjAU0l8c0fYbeFOMT334g-ZgWl4Hhifh1AvYyNSqXtt1BdftAikX4FptOBWermuETVEutDJcy8r-UOrht4loC60JM9p63lySGrj-hFo_WUM0i0UuxjYuDeii_Z0aFqtYR_PHgX2EjesYNkzX9FkHD3T8sp_8B/s1600/3-Kirkstone%20Pass.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-B85Tvywcf6153ZoSE0SRnEWRflcZD7CbjAU0l8c0fYbeFOMT334g-ZgWl4Hhifh1AvYyNSqXtt1BdftAikX4FptOBWermuETVEutDJcy8r-UOrht4loC60JM9p63lySGrj-hFo_WUM0i0UuxjYuDeii_Z0aFqtYR_PHgX2EjesYNkzX9FkHD3T8sp_8B/w300-h400/3-Kirkstone%20Pass.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Kirkstone Pass</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42STBxOs3SZ47ZpAnOG4zSgsR4jK0836kCeEdgAxHazy72cpzPhYWao5Oa6HODh980VY9trXZyf5wYQ09aFCiu9o5zyFCui1i6r9tyIdOdaSRzyfmt6sJ-LxPGg-EBzz5GjOrUXpTHtg3WokaQWkz4L_hh-XkdrILJK3Rz4XHtUkQlVuQHIXAV0ucXSEw/s1600/4-Fairfield.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42STBxOs3SZ47ZpAnOG4zSgsR4jK0836kCeEdgAxHazy72cpzPhYWao5Oa6HODh980VY9trXZyf5wYQ09aFCiu9o5zyFCui1i6r9tyIdOdaSRzyfmt6sJ-LxPGg-EBzz5GjOrUXpTHtg3WokaQWkz4L_hh-XkdrILJK3Rz4XHtUkQlVuQHIXAV0ucXSEw/w400-h300/4-Fairfield.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Fairfield</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjvLwXpbw61U8v7ZJSpfWb1c4AL1PktBqw1olZHhSEw1pT_lE9NUtXoeuGT_Rl2NKamLxxYl-BP9HfM8UkfGGw74JiD763AwmVNqEYaFxvmomdPHhqeHYphacoXZFQH9t4lKeTFagCrl43WuomtPYrR-Wd2YBklW5lQFa84BpSAM8YIN1DLT3MdOqHSNm/s1280/5-Dunmail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjvLwXpbw61U8v7ZJSpfWb1c4AL1PktBqw1olZHhSEw1pT_lE9NUtXoeuGT_Rl2NKamLxxYl-BP9HfM8UkfGGw74JiD763AwmVNqEYaFxvmomdPHhqeHYphacoXZFQH9t4lKeTFagCrl43WuomtPYrR-Wd2YBklW5lQFa84BpSAM8YIN1DLT3MdOqHSNm/w400-h300/5-Dunmail.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Dunmail</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7F0uRMRpwX9_wDXMYWqMSJ2-bSke38JDJwD9AB7nK43qlNUkR2S7TrTyyd1sTZaZsltdgKz3ETsE1reTqWWq2vaVj1KVfZ-b2EHN0QWgKpfJwHjya31tMjFJZjRp0pHOhdwWUDMc_hy27QgmaowIGtG3pj3TtAxDtNUT14tF1ZrkedxFSrGKf_2tqpoE/s1600/7-Pillar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7F0uRMRpwX9_wDXMYWqMSJ2-bSke38JDJwD9AB7nK43qlNUkR2S7TrTyyd1sTZaZsltdgKz3ETsE1reTqWWq2vaVj1KVfZ-b2EHN0QWgKpfJwHjya31tMjFJZjRp0pHOhdwWUDMc_hy27QgmaowIGtG3pj3TtAxDtNUT14tF1ZrkedxFSrGKf_2tqpoE/w400-h300/7-Pillar.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pillar</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnz2oHbVGcyCkRLVl10MvnvaLAF4XdQpDo-L4nWne6L6aBxYYZQMFaCqgEBgGS9RNzvJ49eLO9zc5IFMGKbQdWAImL9Z76MPQkBHr6LkTZ0ePVOMyMZ0_TizJByRO_ePOkyALfq4uBlRZV48asDmy0nvGoyNTrTXGfZ-ze93E3gOpqQA6oUUuVkF31R3hB/s1334/8-Seatallan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1334" data-original-width="750" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnz2oHbVGcyCkRLVl10MvnvaLAF4XdQpDo-L4nWne6L6aBxYYZQMFaCqgEBgGS9RNzvJ49eLO9zc5IFMGKbQdWAImL9Z76MPQkBHr6LkTZ0ePVOMyMZ0_TizJByRO_ePOkyALfq4uBlRZV48asDmy0nvGoyNTrTXGfZ-ze93E3gOpqQA6oUUuVkF31R3hB/w225-h400/8-Seatallan.jpg" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Seatallan</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvfiAWMzmwb5FVpX1NyBtlsd40XAxT5rpsEWI48XV-DGkRqN4GKp6Vvj5NYc9CFmaB8PYDFCwfr_8_mnxzrFUVDQZosTbQahV8iXuonPsFlYyZ1iJMDOUIV55EgsNPTAyc3VjrPFQ25F4Ld2ANFPwXBpV8MkPXb28VkkEWJPoDUOaJmQtmMtb5l5EQdEKI/s1600/9-The%20team%20-%20Greendale%20Bridge.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvfiAWMzmwb5FVpX1NyBtlsd40XAxT5rpsEWI48XV-DGkRqN4GKp6Vvj5NYc9CFmaB8PYDFCwfr_8_mnxzrFUVDQZosTbQahV8iXuonPsFlYyZ1iJMDOUIV55EgsNPTAyc3VjrPFQ25F4Ld2ANFPwXBpV8MkPXb28VkkEWJPoDUOaJmQtmMtb5l5EQdEKI/w400-h300/9-The%20team%20-%20Greendale%20Bridge.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The Team - Greendale Bridge</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqy-ekLfkReTEH3uQq9V46-evavdgmrdZGEmurV3gFXmIgowBovTKHvbckVaX-v2Zddi5e8X2aooK1VzhtRkQI-2pNjqn8BvYu6hFxw6rCHnlkCvvvvgH_WjFW8x5BGOAxtonjxli0wKEkvXkdPaY7xHa5rOOthz87Lw1tMHR3pLo8qabfEogKc64ybnJ1/s1600/Steeple%20&%20Ennerdale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqy-ekLfkReTEH3uQq9V46-evavdgmrdZGEmurV3gFXmIgowBovTKHvbckVaX-v2Zddi5e8X2aooK1VzhtRkQI-2pNjqn8BvYu6hFxw6rCHnlkCvvvvgH_WjFW8x5BGOAxtonjxli0wKEkvXkdPaY7xHa5rOOthz87Lw1tMHR3pLo8qabfEogKc64ybnJ1/w400-h300/Steeple%20&%20Ennerdale.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Steeple & Ennerdale</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaAb9_4g9ZFy0KqbHcXSn6qKzE9nmJG57-Q4HqRhj5hYf6xFDqm9rb-VzmpNj3wkgwOeIUwdHkSxzImcKTGLosRQL2_ZXBHM8kKoUluqAUOB5e8sT8dmDGYcpBzq02U9QlGiPWF88gSU2x0NNA7HGjD89ZE-NF3SVbKvI4RJiwfC-dxs1nnn-XGECxIq5x/s1600/Sunset%20over%20Ennerdale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="1600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaAb9_4g9ZFy0KqbHcXSn6qKzE9nmJG57-Q4HqRhj5hYf6xFDqm9rb-VzmpNj3wkgwOeIUwdHkSxzImcKTGLosRQL2_ZXBHM8kKoUluqAUOB5e8sT8dmDGYcpBzq02U9QlGiPWF88gSU2x0NNA7HGjD89ZE-NF3SVbKvI4RJiwfC-dxs1nnn-XGECxIq5x/w640-h213/Sunset%20over%20Ennerdale.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sunset over Ennerdale</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-3318183339630353812023-11-10T07:26:00.000+00:002023-11-10T07:26:05.736+00:00Robert Sewell (M65) - 13 May 2023<p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b> Joss Naylor Challenge Account</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">After my good friend Shaun Scott who I had successfully completed the Bob Graham</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Round with in 1998 decided just before Christmas that his life was over another good</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">friend Kevin Bray suggested that as we were both over 65 we have a go at the Joss</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Naylor Challenge in memory of Shaun. We also asked another friend Jon Punsheon who</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">was also over 65 to join us. On Shaun’s wife Claire’s suggestion we chose Survivors Of</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Bereavement By Suicide as our chosen charity. We already had over £4000 pledged</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">before we even set off.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Stage 1 Pooley Bridge to Kirkstone</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Pacers: Rich Carter, Jane Briggs and Mathew Briggs</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">We chose to set off at midnight to give us a good chance on our modest schedule of</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">finishing at Greendale before dark. The weather forecast was excellent, clear at the start</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">with a little mist over Arthurs Pike then as we progressed over the grassy summits a most</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">wonderful cloud inversion began making us feel as if we were on top of the world.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Kirkstone was completely enclosed by mist but above as the sun rose it was clear and</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">warm. We arrived at Kirkstone to be greeted by freezing temperatures so set off as soon</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">as possible to get above the cloud.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUipEtUy-4WxC4zzmy3uIlFwXTIzwaTnLnNKjZBCeJC2pVJWYWriZC3h9zUqFGtwm8-BF6uctg574uDsfOfDThCWmfuj4fRB4MDMOvWUJb2BCB4BJMhGBbBZkl3tlShe5RSL5z0QBJ0j7wDeoVvSj8Cy7TsirF2_0tYivsIf24aaQLl9SGsG5VbSql2_1/s1600/RedScrees_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUipEtUy-4WxC4zzmy3uIlFwXTIzwaTnLnNKjZBCeJC2pVJWYWriZC3h9zUqFGtwm8-BF6uctg574uDsfOfDThCWmfuj4fRB4MDMOvWUJb2BCB4BJMhGBbBZkl3tlShe5RSL5z0QBJ0j7wDeoVvSj8Cy7TsirF2_0tYivsIf24aaQLl9SGsG5VbSql2_1/w400-h300/RedScrees_01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsJoe1TVQVbscSHvb3_ocmwagbDquleWCKSJy3eWqjV1nAu44qmI2KpS4PldCinytkRY1O3EBr_O_SNLOe-mo6WDus35j83fzQiKHgqCnPW5QQUR2dlVTL81q2OMisM0s0kHUW2tIrGd6J_1piHdB8bdNiecETfH6tP3LW08VNmxI9KspVcz0kTmT12-ze/s1600/RedScrees_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsJoe1TVQVbscSHvb3_ocmwagbDquleWCKSJy3eWqjV1nAu44qmI2KpS4PldCinytkRY1O3EBr_O_SNLOe-mo6WDus35j83fzQiKHgqCnPW5QQUR2dlVTL81q2OMisM0s0kHUW2tIrGd6J_1piHdB8bdNiecETfH6tP3LW08VNmxI9KspVcz0kTmT12-ze/w400-h300/RedScrees_02.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjkq5dAn67nXcf2y4KrCY0aCKjrFCPXmMwuO2Qzi2gq9yhXis_4-Mkz7yB7WwPeDQTaaKdROo77Xl1Mzfq0kDk2fyblGHqhqdsIUsst4dkksL7evnT1UTvJ05zHMD0_AXslLpbn2SE_MGJjdmTK_63pN8UHABJRVYh2xvzRMEH7whOdP_UxS6LC1SJGpHN/s1600/RedScrees_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjkq5dAn67nXcf2y4KrCY0aCKjrFCPXmMwuO2Qzi2gq9yhXis_4-Mkz7yB7WwPeDQTaaKdROo77Xl1Mzfq0kDk2fyblGHqhqdsIUsst4dkksL7evnT1UTvJ05zHMD0_AXslLpbn2SE_MGJjdmTK_63pN8UHABJRVYh2xvzRMEH7whOdP_UxS6LC1SJGpHN/w400-h300/RedScrees_03.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkCBoYs0SR2ZP6JDeXykcdrAxxMoWWO9cIUT9z1hynJ4fMrdRiPRF1_qCri89TN8jKn8Ef7fELjeZEsKXyQGGAIDjN0wWmgZh4Lz4qsAjX9Xs5Cx6VoF7pCY3cnpa4U_AsO3WhAZAVsNVYvGq2-2tHrVMjnKHzhEImUAAJrJhvVs2z6759xbTJqUX28Upz/s1600/RedScrees_04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkCBoYs0SR2ZP6JDeXykcdrAxxMoWWO9cIUT9z1hynJ4fMrdRiPRF1_qCri89TN8jKn8Ef7fELjeZEsKXyQGGAIDjN0wWmgZh4Lz4qsAjX9Xs5Cx6VoF7pCY3cnpa4U_AsO3WhAZAVsNVYvGq2-2tHrVMjnKHzhEImUAAJrJhvVs2z6759xbTJqUX28Upz/w400-h300/RedScrees_04.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Stage 2 Kirkstone to Dunmail</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Pacers: Sarah Acey, Lindsey Quinn, John Butters and his dog Jasper</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">We really couldn't wait to get back into the sunshine at the top of Red Screes so did quite</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">a quick climb back into the warmth. Hart Crag, Fairfield and Seat Sandal all passed</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">exactly on our chosen schedule but unfortunately due to the Keswick to Barrow Walk our</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">vehicles couldn't park at the top of Dunmail meaning we had to add extra distance down to</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">the old AA box lay-by and back. Not a problem as we literally had all day.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Stage 3 Dunmail to Sty Head</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Pacers: Sarah Acey, Claire Calverley, John Telfer, Rich Kirby, Paul Appleby and Vaughan</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Hemy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The temperature at Dunmail was distinctly chilly so we didn't hang around too long. It was</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">great to be greeted by Julie a Joss Naylor Challenge representative. We had a strong</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">climb up onto Steel Fell and jogged along the grassy trods toward High Raise. We all</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">agreed that this is probably the dullest section but once we were over the back of High</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Raise the views and paths became much more interesting. John led us on a great line up</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Bowfell and an equally good descent off Great End to be greeted by a large welcoming</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">party at Sty Head with lots of goodies. The welcoming party included Shaun’s wife Claire</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and his daughter Lois. It was lovely to find them so positive and I think it gave us all a lift to</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">see them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Stage 4 Sty Head to Greendale</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Pacers: Lois Scott, Claire Calverly, John Telfer, Rich Kirby and Vaughan Hemy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">We set off up Great Gable just 12 minutes behind our 20hr 19m schedule so we knew we</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">didn't have to push the pace to the finish. Kevin and I had agreed that if we could get up</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Gable we had a good chance of completing the challenge. We got to the top ahead of our</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">planned split to give us a lot of confidence. A scree descent off Gable led to Kirkfell and</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Pillar to be met by Chris Dixon, Grant Reed and his dog Skye. As we were fairly confident</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">of finishing before dark we allowed ourselves an unscheduled break to enjoy the fabulous</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">selection of food and drink they had carried up all the way from Wasdale. I can tell you that</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">after 17hr 45m of eating cereal bars and Jelly Babies etc a sausage roll tastes like the</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">best food you've ever eaten! So onto the last few hills and back on grass again we made</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">steady progress towards Greendale. I personally really struggled on Seatallan but Lois</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">kept me going right to the top. Middle Fell seemed much more straightforward and then</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">we were at Greendale Bridge 21hrs 36m since we left Pooley Bridge to be greeted by an</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">enthusiastic crowd including Joss Naylor's neighbours Ian and Sue who had turned out to</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">greet us.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">A wonderful day out in the hills supported by lovely people on the route and at the road</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">crossings. A great team effort and a day to remember.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Pacers:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Rich Carter, Jane Briggs, Mathew Briggs, Sarah Acey, Lindsey Quinn, John Butters,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Jasper, Claire Calverley, John Telfer, Rich Kirby, Paul Appleby, Vaughan Hemy and Lois</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Scott.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Road Support:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Linda Bray, Denise Waugh, Margaret Sewell, Mike Briggs, Claire Scott, Gary Mason,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Wendy Stephenson, Chris Dixon, Grant Reed and Skye</span></p><div><br /></div>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-57421585578516375862023-01-13T15:14:00.001+00:002023-01-13T15:14:16.391+00:00Yvonne Williams (W55) - 10 September 2022<p><span style="font-family: arial;">This
journey began in the spring of 2019, when my running consisted of 4
miles along the River Mersey on a Saturday morning and the odd ride
to work, still pretending I was the person I used to be…..which I
very much wasn’t.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;">I
missed the hills so much, but more than that, I missed being around
my friends and the lovely people in Pennine. I took pleasure in
scrolling through people’s adventures on Facebook and thinking how
lucky they were.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">Fast
forward to October 2019, I had lost weight over the summer, (as my
son had pointed out, “you were a bit bigger than normal, Mum”)
moved to Macclesfield and hit the hills, hard. I had started going
out with the club again on a Thursday and had met a whole new bunch
of reprobates that had joined while I’d been away. I felt like a
real newbie but by God did that first run over Lantern Pike and back
over the moor bring me back to life. Chatting to Rob and Roly, on a
blue skied, crystal clear late summer’s evening, stood at the
Shooting Cabin whilst JoBo snapped us all, it was the perfect start
back with the club.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I
decided that having a goal would keep me going through the winter.
Whilst I was still a proper runner, the Joss Naylor wasn’t talked
about much, or maybe it just wasn’t on my radar because I was still
fairly “young”, but it seemed the perfect thing to aim for and
when I realised that it involved raising at least £100 for a
charity, the obvious choice was the fund set up in memory of Margaret
Jones to raise money for some stroke rehabilitation equipment. It was
Margaret who converted me from a walker to a runner with those now
precious 8 little words “if I ‘an do it, Von, you can”. Maybe
that should be my next tattoo?</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">Speed
work, hill reps, bike rides and longer runs straight from the door
obviously brought on an injury. Why wouldn’t it for goodness sake?</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">Recovery
runs, Covid and a slightly less “full on” approach lead me to the
start of the summer of 2022. A magnificent summer of longer races (we
won’t speak about the trip to Jura in that particular year), many
van trips the Lakes with Emma and the dogs, running and also recceing
each leg (apart from Leg 4) and some fabulous long runs from home and
then the date was set - Saturday 10th September, 5am start.</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">A
motley crew of eight friends for on the hill and campervan support by
Dave & Emma was arranged and the date came around quickly. With
one eye on the weather in the week before, and the feeling of
fighting off a cold, before I knew it I was sat in Emma’s van, with
a strange feeling of chilled anxiety, heading up the M6 towards the
campsite at Cross Dormant on the Eastern side of Ullswater.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">The
forecast was for a misty start but the promise of better visibility
as the day passed - and it was spot on. Drinks bottles filled, hill
food and spare clothing handed to Martin. A delicious plateful of
pasta lead to a fairly early night and the hope of some sleep.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">The
4am alarm came round quickly and after a breakfast of yogurt,
homemade granola, bananas and honey we set off to Pooley Bridge and
the 5am start. I felt fit and healthy and ready for the day but had a
nagging doubt that the pace wouldn’t be fast enough to keep up with
the schedule. Go steady over the runnable leg 1, eat on every climb
and drink as much as possible and just enjoy it - that was the plan.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">Leg
1 - Pooley Bridge to Kirkstone Pass</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">After
the obligatory photo shoot on the bridge, stood between Ian and
Martin, we set off over the car park to pick up the footpath leading
towards the road and Park Foot Campsite. It was at this point I
realised that I’d left the water bottles on the back seat of the
van! It was too late to go back so Ian offered to share his Vimto
with me. After an unplanned tour of Park Foot campsite, which does
look remarkably different in the darkness, we reached the path up to
Barton Fell and on to Arthur’s Seat.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">The
clag was down and it became obvious that the September sunrise was
not going to be visible on this day.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">It
wasn’t cold but there was the chill in the air that comes from
running in early morning mist. </span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">The
first leg starts with a real Peak District feeling of peaty moorland
running gradually building up to High Street and Thornthwaite Crag
where the proper Lakeland running begins.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">The
headtorch lighting and misty moorland running were taking its toll on
the supremely fit but visually challenged Martin and he dropped ever
further behind unsure of his footing on his pinned ankle.
Unfortunately, Martin had all of my food and spare kit, so the plan
to eat on every climb, no matter how short, couldn’t happen. So,
two shared bars from Ian and a most of his Vimto, and hands up my
sleeves to keep the chill off, and all was good.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">The
misty conditions before sunrise made the nav a bit tricky for Ian and
myself but we made good progress and before we knew it we were on
High Street in the light. Still misty, it made the going over
Thornthwaite Beacon and round to Pike Howe very atmospheric. With a
great line off St Raven’s Edge, thanks to Ian & Martin’s
recce and several Hodgson Relays, we came out of the mist and saw the
vans and people waiting at the Kirkstone car park. 14 minutes up on
the planned 15:40 schedule and feeling really happy, it was
heart-warming to see so many lovely people waiting for us. I was
feeling really good and after the pre ordered toast and coffee and a
change of thermal, I was ready for the climb up Red Screes and back
into the mist.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">A
chap who had successfully completed the JNLC had made the effort to
get to the Kirkstone car park and his enthusiasm was so encouraging
he made me even happier than I already felt.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">Leg
2 - Kirkstone to Dumail Raise</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">I’d
never used poles to run with until the Fellsman, and I found they
helped with a metronomic rhythm which helped to keep me moving and
I’d decided they would be really useful from Kirkstone onwards -
and they were. The friendly chatter of Richard and Roly made that
daunting climb from the car park pass quickly however towards the top
of Red Screes I had a couple of bouts of cramp. The next mile or so
had me force fed electrolyte sachets and water as Richard and Roly
displayed a masterclass of navigational skills through the thick mist
to reach each of the 4 summits with such precision that we had gained
another 5 minutes on the schedule and as we descended off Seat
Sandal, we left the mist behind for the last time and headed down to
Dunmail in the sunshine and more smiley faces. </span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.42cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">Leg
3 - Dunmail to Sty Head</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">After
a ready made pasta pot and another coffee, a change of top (green to
match Andy & Ellie) and a smothering of suncream from Ellie
whilst doing all of those things, I was ready for the next leg with
the promise of cold pizza and flat coke as well as my peanut butter
and jam sandwiches - the latter much to Andy’s disgust.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">Apart
from the climb up Bowfell later on this leg, the drag over to High
Raise was the only part of the whole day that I didn’t quite enjoy
- the trudge over from Codale Head seemed to go on forever and High
Raise, whilst it was another tick, is such an indistinct mound
however the chatty company, excellent menu choices and astounding
navigation had my spirits back up in no time.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">Rossett
Pike came and went and then we were plodding up Bowfell. Whilst this
was a bit of a tough climb, the top was a welcome sight and the run
over to Esk Pike and on to Great End was possibly the best I felt
during the day and Ellie’s nav, backed up by Andy, was spot on. I
had in the back of my mind that this leg would be a bit of a make or
break. I thought I’d have a good idea of whether I would be
successful or not by the time I got to Ore Gap, I felt like we were
moving fairly well and to be in amongst the big mountains just felt
so good. At Great End we were 30 minutes up on the schedule. All
discussions leading up to this day seemed to focus on the descent off
this top and I can understand why. I’m not the greatest of
descenders but I was determined that this small part of such a big
day out wasn’t going worry me! Well, it was particularly horrid and
I was particularly pathetic and by the last changeover at Sty Head I
was 20 minutes ahead, losing ten minutes on the descent! </span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">The
first two legs had me running with old or familiar friends and I
hadn’t really spent much time in the hills with these two
youngsters, but what a dream team they were. Such absolutely
gorgeous, selfless friendly human beings - they set me up for a
fantastic final leg.</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">Leg
4 - Sty Head to Greendale Bridge</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">Geoff,
Sue, Emma, Laura and Gwen were a very welcome sight with their smiley
faces, each of them fairly sure that this would be an enjoyable time
in some fairly quiet hills.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">Andy
headed off down to Wasdale with Gwen and Ellie stayed with us on the
climb up Great Gable. I’d been up this climb on the Borrowdale race
a few weeks earlier, but it was in the mist and I really couldn’t
see too much but what a B@@@@@d of a climb it is, especially harder
when you can actually see it! To be honest, the chatty banter had
this over fairly swiftly and the appearance of Jack (Mr Ellie) as we
reached the top was a nice surprise. Ellie headed off with Jack, Emma
headed back down to Wasdale which left myself, Laura, Geoff and Super
Sue. Once again, the astounding navigation ability of Sue, backed up
by Geoff had us take the best lines and Sue’s epic descent to get
water and climb back up to meet us will never be forgotten. On the
little detour up Steeple we bumped into Allen Bunyan from Macc
Harriers who was supporting a speedy looking chap on what proved to
be a very successful BG. It was good to stop for a very quick chat
however the sherpas were soon on my case to keep moving.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">I
hadn’t recced this leg, I was going with the element of surprise!
Although I had spent a fair amount of time in these hills as a
teenager doing the Duke of Edinburgh with Dave, so had distant
memories of them. They did used to be a lot flatter, I think!</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">The
banter continued and before we knew it the sun was setting after a
truly amazing day of perfect weather, from Seat Sandal at least.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">Laura
managed to combine encouragement and photography skills and the
photos of Sue, Geoff and me, heading over towards Seatallan, with the
sun starting to set are to her great credit. That view is etched in
my memory forever and the photo is on my wall – it makes me smile
every time I look at it and will do so forever.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPezWcJfdhHQDIfx8klUSBQDmYJIbtF99KHcfJmgiWDF2n1CvQVDuUmXjxBEzlFNy3_ZkiSf2nxoFeA4Mx0Dz2B-qKwG9BwP_fdvk0xZEIGOYl8wk-tZY6M0C08n_ocLaOFKvUr_U5a5LMNQrzdGQCdzBWtoosZNEnUnsrpcpc19Aut3w9__y2DeK4qQ/s2048/6fb543c5-5171-41a4-b1bb-d9fbee7cb13d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPezWcJfdhHQDIfx8klUSBQDmYJIbtF99KHcfJmgiWDF2n1CvQVDuUmXjxBEzlFNy3_ZkiSf2nxoFeA4Mx0Dz2B-qKwG9BwP_fdvk0xZEIGOYl8wk-tZY6M0C08n_ocLaOFKvUr_U5a5LMNQrzdGQCdzBWtoosZNEnUnsrpcpc19Aut3w9__y2DeK4qQ/w400-h300/6fb543c5-5171-41a4-b1bb-d9fbee7cb13d.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">It
wasn’t until the descent of Seatallan that my knees started to ache
and I was glad that this was the last real descent. On the trot over
to Middle Fell I felt so happy knowing that we would be successful,
even though my knees had started to hurt, the end was in sight.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">Ian
and Andy came up to join us for the last mile or so, and the sight of
headtorches waiting at the bridge – it’s a feeling and view that
I will never tire of remembering. Neither Joss, nor Postman Pat were
amongst those headtorch wearers, but I didn’t miss them.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7KRO_5N1C0L6hn-0k6Ee4jScgJLmcAfMUO3vd8E-E9nvaJDNItP67tds9qnbftG9rxm9uzqV6H0mhpTfWsbwtLbqjgTd2CHXzzOkh_FkLA5VXNdA1N6WFATJ7lYsnWYrrH3mJHyWnc_F6uU6PB506DKdipcg-1Gi4QxJyV6juSMUYNwjnLKprhHVRHw/s2048/IMG_0595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7KRO_5N1C0L6hn-0k6Ee4jScgJLmcAfMUO3vd8E-E9nvaJDNItP67tds9qnbftG9rxm9uzqV6H0mhpTfWsbwtLbqjgTd2CHXzzOkh_FkLA5VXNdA1N6WFATJ7lYsnWYrrH3mJHyWnc_F6uU6PB506DKdipcg-1Gi4QxJyV6juSMUYNwjnLKprhHVRHw/w400-h300/IMG_0595.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span><p></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">I
was feeling quite tired but still relatively strong – until I
stopped at the bridge - then I think I fainted standing up! Sweaty
cuddle, a very hot shower and a good night’s sleep followed.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: black;">I
was going to call this article </span><span style="color: black;"><b>A
Princess For a Day</b></span><span style="color: black;">,
because I was looked after so well, and everyone involved was so
enthusiastic and encouraging, from the moment they so readily agreed
to be part of it, until I reached Greendale Bridge.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">I
had a fabulous summer and really enjoyed the build up to my Joss
Naylor. I wanted to have a really enjoyable day out in the hills with
friends, and that’s exactly how it turned out. It was truly the
best day!</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;">So
the moral has to be, do the training and with a fair wind, you will
be successful. If I can do it, you can! </span></p>
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;">
<u><b><span style="font-family: arial;">The Cast and Crew</span></b></u></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
<br />
</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Executive
Director/Logistics – Dave Jones</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Best Supporting
Actor/Chief Feeder and van driver/company for the reccies – Emma
Beveridge (& Lola)</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg 1 – Martin
Mavin & Ian Warhurst</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg 2 – Paul
Roland & Richard Topliss
</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg 3 – Andy
Campbell & Ellie Johnson</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg 4 – Geoff
Briggs, Laura Iredale & Sue Johnson (plus Em Bev and for a bit)</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Extras – Karen,
Janet, Mrs Roly for allowing use of Mr Roly, Helen & Emily and
everyone else who donated.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">£700 was raised by
some amazingly generous people which was split between Margaret’s
Charity and MND Assoc.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">THE
END</span></b></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
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</p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-24285993660458896802023-01-06T08:08:00.006+00:002023-01-11T13:46:27.316+00:00Simon Patton (M55) - 24 September 2022<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYkeiVWobodtH9Kr9G3GkDqYQLWozl8xhrNnz1duTf3Nj_atVF36LhfFhKywdhjumLIM8N0-H8YEpvWa5zJZOx2bQnNpvmaQKhAXTa7iyiTzHUYNGK2fnrLpNwhUm_eHhQqTCa5NZXwtqFnmlA4F9-ixV89V4ntna7xNDjrpY7PG5kWqT25eZtSDWsJw/s4032/IMG_1227.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYkeiVWobodtH9Kr9G3GkDqYQLWozl8xhrNnz1duTf3Nj_atVF36LhfFhKywdhjumLIM8N0-H8YEpvWa5zJZOx2bQnNpvmaQKhAXTa7iyiTzHUYNGK2fnrLpNwhUm_eHhQqTCa5NZXwtqFnmlA4F9-ixV89V4ntna7xNDjrpY7PG5kWqT25eZtSDWsJw/w400-h300/IMG_1227.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Back in 2018, myself
and fellow Dark Peakers, Jon Morgan and John Boyle, all agreed that
as MV50’s we would have a joint attempt at a low key JNC in the
late summer for 2019. Injury meant that John Boyle and myself missed
out on Jon’s run in September that year, and then Covid spoilt our
fun the following year. In September 2021, John completed his JNC and
I had to settle for supporting him on legs 1 and 2 (as the fitness
wasn’t back to normal following yet another injury). Both Jon and
John got round in under 12hours and so the pressure was on for me to
deliver on our agreement. However, the day-out with John and friends
was enough to ensure that I committed to a September 2022 attempt as
a first year MV55.</span></div>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">After a gloriously
hot summer, I wasn’t optimistic of a warm, clear, and sunny day out
over the Lakeland fells late in September. However, the weather gods
were on my side on the 24<sup>th</sup> September and the forecast was
near perfect – mid to high teens with clag above 600m for legs 1
and 2, clearing by lunchtime to leave a sunny afternoon, with a
gentle breeze all day.
</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg 1 Supporters:
Stephen Pyke and Andrew Schofield</span></b></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></p>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">After a meet up in
the car park next to Pooley Bridge, we are off just a few mins late.
The light of dawn is sufficient to see where we are going meaning
that we don’t need our head torches as we head out on to the open
fell. We’re on an 11:49 schedule and all goes to plan although we
overshoot the turn off to Rampsgill Head and end up having to cut
across country to pick it up. Despite this small mistake, we get to
Kirkstone just one minute down on schedule (2:51 hrs) where we are
greeted by other members of the support team including Greg Rimmer.
Despite feeling good on this leg, trouble is brewing – my stomach
has shut down already and I’m feeling sick! I can’t stop thinking
of the torrid time I had on my Bob Graham back in 2010 as a
consequence of the same thing happening – surely not again….
</span></div>
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</span><p></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg 2 Supporters:
Stephen Pyke and Andrew Schofield</span></b></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></p>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We leave Kirkstone
after a quick 2 minute stop – that’s 3 minutes of schedule time
banked for later. The climb up Red Screes is harder than it should be
but by the time we get to the top I’ve perked up. Eating is out of
the question, but I do manage a few dried apricots, as well as plenty
of sports drink. The rest of the leg is uneventful, and we get to
Dunmail five minutes down on schedule (1:55 hrs). I’d planned 5
mins at Dunmail but it turns into eight as I struggle to hold any
food or liquid down, it eventually coming back out the way it went
in!
</span></div>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg 3 Supporters:
John Boyle, Paul Stopford and Jon Morgan</span></b></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></p>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The skies have
cleared and the sun’s out. The climb up Steel fell is always hard
but my legs are feeling OK and the casual banter from John, Paul and
Jon helps me to forget about feeling sick. We lose a few more mins on
the legs to High Raise and Rosset Pike but the benefits from Paul’s
bottle of flat coke start to turn things around and I’m climbing
well up Bowfell, Esk Pike and Great End. We take the direct line off
the back end of Great End and end up slightly too far right as we try
to pick up the ridge line running down to Sty Head. Once we’re back
on track we get to Sty Head 16 mins down on schedule (3:26 hrs) and
decide to carry on to leg 4 without stopping, allowing me to claw
back 5 minutes on the schedule.</span></div>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnq6lKykbKFo6geHVSudLN-cSW_0fxZpvg4CU-cftKyTvyir4IE8zDomteKl3cL8WkOewMk-tGnS50R6eidkTqtmnYf503k9U0mhIw_bQLjOmkOcim7j6tAZ7R154PITXaQZu_j4TZEYO_ESsHstHzEK_VXyuFIIUA7Gny7aBGeSZuD7ywOVYoY6dfkw/s1024/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-12-28%20at%2014.18.17%202.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnq6lKykbKFo6geHVSudLN-cSW_0fxZpvg4CU-cftKyTvyir4IE8zDomteKl3cL8WkOewMk-tGnS50R6eidkTqtmnYf503k9U0mhIw_bQLjOmkOcim7j6tAZ7R154PITXaQZu_j4TZEYO_ESsHstHzEK_VXyuFIIUA7Gny7aBGeSZuD7ywOVYoY6dfkw/w400-h300/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-12-28%20at%2014.18.17%202.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg 4 Supporters:
Mike Nolan, Andy Barnett and Jon Morgan</span></b></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></b></p>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">John and Paul depart
us and hand over to Mike and Andy. Jon Morgan is feeling good and has
decided to carry on to the end. As we climb Great Gable, my climbing
legs are still feeling good despite not eating properly since leg 1.
We nail the line off the back of Gable and make good progress up Kirk
Fell and Pillar too – four more minutes clawed back on schedule.
I’m starting to tire on the Scoat Fell to Haycock legs and we lose
all the time gained earlier – it’s going to be touch and go to
get to Greendale Bridge under 12 hours! We get the line wrong coming
off Haycock and end up having to cut back to pick up the obvious trod
that runs across the Pots of Ashness towards Seatallan. Despite this
mistake, I’m running strongly, and Jon and I manage to drop Mike
and Andy as we start the penultimate climb, neutralising the time
lost on the previous 3 tops. The final climb up Middle fell is over
quickly (another 7 mins gained) and we’ve pulled back a further 4
mins on the descent by the time we arrive at Greendale Bridge (3:44
hrs).</span></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span><p></p>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In the end I clocked
11:57 – job done and delivery of the final part of the tripartite
agreement I had with John and Jon back in 2018. Joss unfortunately
wasn’t there to greet me, but my fantastic support team were. Thank
you to Spyke, Scoffer, John, Paul, Jon, Mike, Andy and Greg for a
memorably grand day out on the wonderful lakeland hills - I couldn’t
have done it without you!</span></div>
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<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">For all you V50+’s
thinking of having a go at the Joss Naylor Challenge – do commit to
it. It’s a wonderful high level route across the lakeland fells and
well worth the effort. Best of all though is to make a proper day out
of it with your pals – you definitely won’t regret it!</span></div>
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</p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-88239289078146359662022-12-30T15:09:00.002+00:002022-12-30T15:09:33.956+00:00Mike Hitchmough (M55) - 03 September 2022<p><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Whilst
talking to Joss at this year’s Buttermere Horseshoe, I took the
opportunity to ask him if he had any tips for completing his
challenge. “Aye lad,” he replied, “lengthen yer stride.”</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">So
with those words of wisdom ringing in my ears, I set a date for early
September. Two days before my attempt, I almost called it off due to
a forecast of rain, clag and high winds. Delaying it wouldn’t
guarantee any better conditions and would only reduce the window for
daylight, so I decided to go for it and just deal as best I could
with the conditions on the day. As it turned out, the weather (for
once) was kind to us. </span>
</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;">Leg
1. Pacer Dan Miller. I’d been warned of the price you pay later
on for going off too fast on the ‘runnable’ Leg 1. I was even
told of some taking a casual 3hrs to get to Kirkstone and then go on
to finish sub-12hrs. This advice seemed to occupy my every thought
and stride as we set off at 6am in the half-light climbing through
the caravan site and on to the fells. The self-restraint didn’t
last long however as I arrived at Arthur’s Pike 4mins ahead of
schedule! The pace felt fine and with a combination of fast hiking
and running to conserve energy and we made good progress across the
summits that came thick and fast, spooking a few early–rising wild
campers along the way. Leaving Kidsty Pike, we got carried away
contouring around the top of the valley and had to quickly alter our
course to take in Rampsgill Head! At the final summit Pike Howe,
whilst Dan was struggling to record the split with a 3H pencil on
soggy paper, I pressed on and took my preferred line descending
diagonally off St. Raven’s Edge arriving at Kirkstone a good minute
or so ahead of Dan who kept high taking the path along the ridge.
It’s a great tradition for previous completers to meet contenders
on route and it was lovely to see Rainer Burchett at Kirkstone – I
recognised him from a friend’s attempt a few years ago.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;">Leg
2. Pacer Dan Miller. Dan is young and strong and was therefore good
for two solo legs. He pulled me up Red Screes and led the way up
Bakestones Moss by keeping to the path. I tried to cut the corner
but it was a bad call across the heavy-going open fell. Pulling me
back in to line, he got me over to Fairfield with relative ease.
Once on the BG route beyond Fairfield, I felt on familiar ground but
standing at the foot of Seat Sandal in daylight (normally it’s the
middle of the night), I was struck by how big it appeared. I always
enjoy the descent off Seat Sandal (maybe it’s the thought of tea
with sugar at Dunmail) and once we’d hit the summit Dan let me go,
arriving just ahead of schedule.</span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8k9Tz3eTOjEuMVKw2DVVcWibbTPRL6-TTb0epaw-Tc75iiLuvF3ZPMwRsP5I5VoGvqZ8OxgWRrnbFgP9VdI4uF3aoG3GUezOwQEQIjWYfU_kvVZaw8e6qS7_0RzyyY1HHV8uF2zU59o30ifUGcQP4cE6zdPHhn2uv1hKUsLMaG8GdauyCcBuHDrXqTw/s563/IMG_0081.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="563" data-original-width="563" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8k9Tz3eTOjEuMVKw2DVVcWibbTPRL6-TTb0epaw-Tc75iiLuvF3ZPMwRsP5I5VoGvqZ8OxgWRrnbFgP9VdI4uF3aoG3GUezOwQEQIjWYfU_kvVZaw8e6qS7_0RzyyY1HHV8uF2zU59o30ifUGcQP4cE6zdPHhn2uv1hKUsLMaG8GdauyCcBuHDrXqTw/w400-h400/IMG_0081.JPEG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13.3333px;">Leg 3. Pacers. Tash Fellowes, Maria Cook, Chris Usher. I always knew Leg 3 was going to be the ‘make or break’ leg and so it was a big help that all of my pacers were either BG or Joss completers (or both). Sure enough it wasn’t long before I had my first bad patch towards the top of Steel Fell with the second hitting me on the slog up to High Raise. Maybe I’d overdone in on Legs 1 & 2 – who knows? I dug deep and knew, through my training I that I could get through these low points if I just took it easy for a moment, collected my thoughts, took on food drink (that flat Coke was amazing Tash) and listened to the warm words of encouragement from my pacers. On both occasions, my pacers read the signs and without asking, Maria would take my pack, Chris would talk me round and with Tash leading the way with some great lines up Bowfell and off Great End (the way only an Achille Ratti runner can), I felt good again and we were back on it.</span><p></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifFc0bJCY7yEzBBJTv4d3chN-kaOMIloGKW_hKtZSjeMseInNU0kvrpwLmLnhj4CgflVSOA3TQy2YW67VA__sgGye1-7-RntgunUd2cgzqAD1obtUS_LSrDTwwOTu0rjU7HfUc3VedqFoDhvko-ssuF3TrfqfaEHOkmltWPa3mD2FPULc-kZ10eqHF7Q/s750/IMG_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="562" data-original-width="750" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifFc0bJCY7yEzBBJTv4d3chN-kaOMIloGKW_hKtZSjeMseInNU0kvrpwLmLnhj4CgflVSOA3TQy2YW67VA__sgGye1-7-RntgunUd2cgzqAD1obtUS_LSrDTwwOTu0rjU7HfUc3VedqFoDhvko-ssuF3TrfqfaEHOkmltWPa3mD2FPULc-kZ10eqHF7Q/w400-h300/IMG_0083.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13.3333px;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;">Leg
4. Pacers. Guy Illingworth, Bill Beckett.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;">I
knew at Sty Head that we’d lost time on Leg 3 and a sub-12hr finish
was unlikely but I felt OK and was determined to give it my all. The
climb up Great Gable was pretty comfortable and we made good time
although the descent down the slippery scree was slower than I’d
hoped. Guy was solid upfront navigating and Bill kept close by,
merrily cajoling me along (as only Bill can) whilst feeding me
sweets. We made good progress over the rest of the leg, even making
up a small amount of time. We took the more runnable line off
Haycock, avoiding the scree and boulders to the south with a good run
across Pot of Ashness. On the tough climb up Seatallan I started to
wonder if Joss would be at Greendale and began to worry that my wife
- waiting at the bridge and not being the fell running type – might
casually ask him what he was doing and if he was from round here? As
we tipped over the 12-hr mark on the final climb up Middle Fell, I
told Guy that on my last recce I’d done the final descent in
17mins. “Ah not today Mike” he responded. All three of us
hammered it down the twisting rocky path, through the bracken and
touched the bridge just 16mins later in a time of 12hr 25min.</span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTKEc0sfxvMBr4rPunTq2pbEl2kzEftK-0PG6h8sOhIE29u0JcvyUUk0gc4FfgDkLXNPN__Mby8cr28EROSg6mpGYW2ZKEnm5jCgSZ7pQvtNDvVFvtoZUf4KFZzaUczTlVaXO49WX3m5XZUyPDMAmOWI9rcbbdzMvXmObkhjjwBtA9jaL46jXiVXpAQ/s768/a8aa3c40-2415-4220-8bc6-050a0e0c1ac5.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="768" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTKEc0sfxvMBr4rPunTq2pbEl2kzEftK-0PG6h8sOhIE29u0JcvyUUk0gc4FfgDkLXNPN__Mby8cr28EROSg6mpGYW2ZKEnm5jCgSZ7pQvtNDvVFvtoZUf4KFZzaUczTlVaXO49WX3m5XZUyPDMAmOWI9rcbbdzMvXmObkhjjwBtA9jaL46jXiVXpAQ/w400-h400/a8aa3c40-2415-4220-8bc6-050a0e0c1ac5.JPEG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;">Sadly,
Joss wasn’t feeling up to it but at least I didn’t have to make
any awkward apologies on my wife’s behalf! A big thanks to all my
support crew, Dave Troman of Love to Run Coaching and of course, my
wife.</span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSsbefavtNIYn5HIe2d-Y3Q4ryxUVBUF3XbvxGN7p9uUzGAZvUwKR85Gj1Dab1NUk4t4B63KwY2Nbc-sYXWy_3z2Fk2PHVIPCMH323K-Ua_MwIsHT8g4vPVqhuYmdR1o67MBdk4GPQbLBv86YOJBGA2vtnxgSYkyQBfrqyuHSAvjO0Yu7I5HRzhGMjDQ/s499/IMG_0091.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="499" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSsbefavtNIYn5HIe2d-Y3Q4ryxUVBUF3XbvxGN7p9uUzGAZvUwKR85Gj1Dab1NUk4t4B63KwY2Nbc-sYXWy_3z2Fk2PHVIPCMH323K-Ua_MwIsHT8g4vPVqhuYmdR1o67MBdk4GPQbLBv86YOJBGA2vtnxgSYkyQBfrqyuHSAvjO0Yu7I5HRzhGMjDQ/w400-h400/IMG_0091.JPEG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span><p></p>
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</span></p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-66059769355577918662022-12-23T13:51:00.004+00:002022-12-23T13:51:44.681+00:00Jim Thompson (M55) - 03 September 2022<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoPBRRU-47U8DQ4MShBNTPE2GweqoKI_FqFv6wIKgmb1se9tUzp_-M0cTS9M0VUZo2njkKagQfrtn4zky9tYlEuSk3iuWhDqcqoSfX68mu2hvPgyovvN7BwRJvDKEb8ldRIh1-fW82nj89SGFPcySQD0zd_VqqWp864YmopFHUPCQEVN-6DJjoFeuYA/s3648/IMG_20220903_052546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2736" data-original-width="3648" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoPBRRU-47U8DQ4MShBNTPE2GweqoKI_FqFv6wIKgmb1se9tUzp_-M0cTS9M0VUZo2njkKagQfrtn4zky9tYlEuSk3iuWhDqcqoSfX68mu2hvPgyovvN7BwRJvDKEb8ldRIh1-fW82nj89SGFPcySQD0zd_VqqWp864YmopFHUPCQEVN-6DJjoFeuYA/w400-h300/IMG_20220903_052546.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">So, in 2020 I
thought I am 52, running well and the Joss Naylor challenge in under
12 hrs seems very feasible! Then came Covid and scuppered that.
</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I thought I would
try again in 2021 then Covid and lockdowns continued so going to have
to wait another year.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">So come 2022,
helping on 2 BGR’s and being sensible for probably the first time
in my life I thought wait till your 55 in July and have the luxury of
15hrs to complete just in case you cannot get under 12hrs!!!</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Training started
recceing routes, helping on 2 successful BGR’s and I was feeling
good – starting to think I could outdo Keith Woods time of just
under 11hrs 30mins.
</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I had also run
Offa’s dyke in a week with Gemma, so my stamina was good.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">September the 3<sup>rd</sup>
was to be the day and with a great support team around me from
Saltwell Harriers I was set to go. Starting time of 5:30 and tried
not to look at the weather reports too much in the week leading up to
it, but it was forecast for rain, low cloud and windy – great!</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I started leg 1
with Seb and Kev and was seen off by my road crew, Gemma and a couple
of the guys and the weather could not have been better. No visibility
issues and had a nice run in the early morning warmth with daylight
coming just before Arthurs Pike. The rest of the leg was great and
got to Kirkstone about 20 mins down on schedule.</span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7SoHGM4M0QPBS_rlszeFZuaV__hJpVMeh2COWQPEMrtRTRwrbGY4zgaE9uTcviceUcON0G_fMtAZu1mViFd7kCjocD7PWX0Aj7r0_RHzdx7U0aYqX0FC1Az_KLDlDrE0U8NKmMADZaYbAHmZMTqXFSyxy_EzQdsNXv2IzcOFpf-UtEVCWeR0ZdyKpLg/s3648/IMG_20220903_083302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="2736" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7SoHGM4M0QPBS_rlszeFZuaV__hJpVMeh2COWQPEMrtRTRwrbGY4zgaE9uTcviceUcON0G_fMtAZu1mViFd7kCjocD7PWX0Aj7r0_RHzdx7U0aYqX0FC1Az_KLDlDrE0U8NKmMADZaYbAHmZMTqXFSyxy_EzQdsNXv2IzcOFpf-UtEVCWeR0ZdyKpLg/w300-h400/IMG_20220903_083302.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The support crew
were there with everything in hand, and it was a pleasure to be met
by Rainer Burchett – a JNC ambassador who offered wise words about
‘just enjoying the day’.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Full of porridge
and tea, clean top and off up Red Screes with Fred, Simon and Davey
and started feeling tired, cramping so badly at times I felt like I
had been shot by a sniper! Got through the leg with no nav issues and
down to Dunmail a few more minutes down on schedule but ok.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Onto leg 3 and
struggling to eat but set off up Steel Fell with Keith, Rob and Andy
and still feeling tired. I was having doubts now about completing but
thoughts of Sarah Garrett and the struggles she had with cancer and
knew I had to press on – I certainly couldn’t give up knowing
what she went through!</span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFORhmt6laLUqHaAJOCtpi9CGCKxEA9bkPbxe4ire3kioU2rZu1JHbrh2NLQZet4Ja1Sw071_SIe2IPeK2m3bXEq7RfmOkG1ImfeBh1T1irE1O3Jf-wPauzzBnGcCjt8gk6YEDT5Og3rIBHqKvHKGAgseXCxKkzm0nVW_yt7NmR8MsA-gb4gPQhbVpKg/s3648/IMG_20220903_145759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="2736" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFORhmt6laLUqHaAJOCtpi9CGCKxEA9bkPbxe4ire3kioU2rZu1JHbrh2NLQZet4Ja1Sw071_SIe2IPeK2m3bXEq7RfmOkG1ImfeBh1T1irE1O3Jf-wPauzzBnGcCjt8gk6YEDT5Og3rIBHqKvHKGAgseXCxKkzm0nVW_yt7NmR8MsA-gb4gPQhbVpKg/w300-h400/IMG_20220903_145759.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi14vRZtvsf8bSR20MabobmvtRiwUglzAU5U4FpPqCxwLWZrVqTZEhZryuO4Uo0YisJKPypolNXcnorfV8ssZAGfJRFjUkAh4Wsqrf81E2zh8107Mn2gOPYcRGDfyIo9EY2aC-mjTwC-tk4f81fZ9WqzSBXmNHoIXx7ZQvIJrt-go3L8XvzttbJkWhMdA/s6528/IMG_20220903_145822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4896" data-original-width="6528" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi14vRZtvsf8bSR20MabobmvtRiwUglzAU5U4FpPqCxwLWZrVqTZEhZryuO4Uo0YisJKPypolNXcnorfV8ssZAGfJRFjUkAh4Wsqrf81E2zh8107Mn2gOPYcRGDfyIo9EY2aC-mjTwC-tk4f81fZ9WqzSBXmNHoIXx7ZQvIJrt-go3L8XvzttbJkWhMdA/w400-h300/IMG_20220903_145822.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg 3 is the leg
I knew least well but I knew I could rely on Keith Woods navigation
skills but standing at Calf Crag Andy asked why it wasn’t on the
pace card – because it’s not part of the JNC was my reply –
Keith’s face was a picture and my excuse for not beating his time
was set in stone! The rest of the leg was tough - I continued
cramping up, struggled to eat and rain and low cloud came in before
High raise until after Bow Fell so there were hard trudges up those
summits – I wasn’t in a happy place! We found the good line off
Great end though, so I was glad to get down to Sty head about an hour
down but ready for the last leg.</span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqSVoeDijBW_R0EB222GbjySsVU3PKB00FTkGH3XrNapI8GcPhwkLHPMAVbK7wLnFWD51Y-EFp43oUPw9SXopRW8AEbJ4XekcBuMS57HdwV6m9mEoz60XyuC5RrNKCDpBi4U0QG00U0BhppRA18WgMYaDYfjnrnSIXYt_ZxWscwiBj25GoUR3l6LCk4A/s3648/IMG_20220903_153441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="2736" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqSVoeDijBW_R0EB222GbjySsVU3PKB00FTkGH3XrNapI8GcPhwkLHPMAVbK7wLnFWD51Y-EFp43oUPw9SXopRW8AEbJ4XekcBuMS57HdwV6m9mEoz60XyuC5RrNKCDpBi4U0QG00U0BhppRA18WgMYaDYfjnrnSIXYt_ZxWscwiBj25GoUR3l6LCk4A/w300-h400/IMG_20220903_153441.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Fed watered and a
new top on and I set off up Gable with Paul, Gemma, and Peter. Still
feeling tired but knowing I was on the last leg gave me a great buzz
and my support crew certainly kept me eating and talking and we
started steadily ticking off the tops. Even a heavy rain shower on
Pillar didn’t dampen my spirits and we were soon looking at the
looming lump of Seatallan and the last top of Middle Fell just behind
it.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We all trooped up
to that last summit, rain jacket off, Saltwell vest on and the
adrenaline kicked in and as I followed Paul down towards Greendale
bridge I could see and hear the cheers of my support crew, some of
their wives and kids waiting for me.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">13hrs 26 mins was
my finishing time and I have to say it was tough. Anyone who can do
sub 12hrs for that challenge gets a lot of respect from me and thanks
to Joss for setting such a great challenge – it was indeed a grand
day out!</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Thanks again to
all of my supporters and well-wishers and Sarah – I couldn’t have
done it without you all!</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Even Keith Woods
sabotage plan didn’t stop me finishing 😊</span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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</p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-51019066566942470172022-12-16T08:53:00.003+00:002022-12-16T08:54:42.377+00:00Mike Warwick (M70 Repeat) - 25 August 2022<p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpT_JRfjQADTBz9UuuoX7PG3shigdAY-bFq4ueq0Wa3vG950-rDES3xjcXZZvHSyaOknwc-JvA2gFXdiFIu1lfdTLow224-dE7l1DZIbWogmEtama_2R2gQlyo3itEhJ4YIruYzZqkidh5pG7C6g3rVciZpTFJRbeWU16dUAiNdjTABxTXcufR-DNfEg/s1824/58e0c310-d305-478b-9b54-23e2e0d94b55.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1368" data-original-width="1824" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpT_JRfjQADTBz9UuuoX7PG3shigdAY-bFq4ueq0Wa3vG950-rDES3xjcXZZvHSyaOknwc-JvA2gFXdiFIu1lfdTLow224-dE7l1DZIbWogmEtama_2R2gQlyo3itEhJ4YIruYzZqkidh5pG7C6g3rVciZpTFJRbeWU16dUAiNdjTABxTXcufR-DNfEg/w400-h300/58e0c310-d305-478b-9b54-23e2e0d94b55.JPG" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;">The
dream of making a crossing to celebrate my 70th birthday started
years earlier when I supported Rainer on his magnificent crossing for
his 70th in a then-record time. Preparations went well except for the
increasingly frequent episodes of atrial fibrillation which
drastically slow me down on climbs.</span></p>
<p lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;">The
team met up at the Brackenrigg Inn the night before, beer was
restricted to a pint despite it being my actual birthday and on
leaving we were treated to the most beautiful sunset.</span></p>
<p lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;">That
had to be a really good omen.</span></p>
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<p lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;">A
5 ‘o’clock start at Pooley Bridge was ideal with the first
glimmer of dawn. We met up with Craig who is the most brilliant
navigator, he knows every line and keeps grass underfoot wherever
possible. My daughter Asha running in the Lakeland fells for the
first time was treated to glorious views as morning broke. Dry and
well trod paths sped us to the first 12 summits and then a more
tricky but direct line down to Kirkstone.</span></p>
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<p lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="sd-abs-pos" style="left: 3.61cm; position: absolute; top: 29.88cm; width: 385px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;">A
brief stop for cereal and Craig was leading off on leg 2. I tried to
keep my pace steady and easy to ward off the onset of AF. By Dunmail
we were slightly up on my 16 hour schedule but my navigator planned
for the last 2 legs had to pull out that morning due to a knee
injury. My son Ben was unfazed and with the help of a GPX file on
memory map expertly navigated the complicated route including the
tricky ascent of Bowfell and the descent off Great End. At Sty Head
there was a big reception including Rainer who has been hosting the
family and friends and old friend Barry who was fresh from winning
the M80 European championships triathalon.</span></p><p lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlz-djIO9jzXxTVcirgWW8zGS6IF16Ou3QieQIQVerDhASViKJjLAFguYminbWDwScytrXnLtQOJmrWHpBuyk8JdhWexp0OPC81gW4E0h6YeDmEExvc0k6DtZnQFQnSdErzvA992MFlhfQnwtRpZi1sibB9FE7a6SSMGYsXFOkwBFS-rhubnjiDWDyow/s1024/0f10c966-b543-4aa5-aa9e-9f0c2568e646.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlz-djIO9jzXxTVcirgWW8zGS6IF16Ou3QieQIQVerDhASViKJjLAFguYminbWDwScytrXnLtQOJmrWHpBuyk8JdhWexp0OPC81gW4E0h6YeDmEExvc0k6DtZnQFQnSdErzvA992MFlhfQnwtRpZi1sibB9FE7a6SSMGYsXFOkwBFS-rhubnjiDWDyow/w400-h300/0f10c966-b543-4aa5-aa9e-9f0c2568e646.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOew5bRqylzWJdyKdKnHdHyHf3d_bX3VCHxZO4Df-b2jIVSuSCCeDEEhWV2KXIAQXu2TjB36FDIqZHDKV5uJwoVZ7yrnT_mV9AdNrbP2eKCo45OMZYrjOuvbSN9ZVU5T_4ADDqw_g0GavlgC5cXDjQZz9Q5DROSOcVuf5or-YUjyokKSo29shAW1NzUw/s1024/2b58a8fa-93e1-4212-9ef1-52e2bd4ce79b.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOew5bRqylzWJdyKdKnHdHyHf3d_bX3VCHxZO4Df-b2jIVSuSCCeDEEhWV2KXIAQXu2TjB36FDIqZHDKV5uJwoVZ7yrnT_mV9AdNrbP2eKCo45OMZYrjOuvbSN9ZVU5T_4ADDqw_g0GavlgC5cXDjQZz9Q5DROSOcVuf5or-YUjyokKSo29shAW1NzUw/w400-h300/2b58a8fa-93e1-4212-9ef1-52e2bd4ce79b.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq55spx5kQhlHqwWZfTxgU7VJ1fHu1n2AwHx3u6-wZXRxEBV0ZcFy8TwI1SStrB791jV2pbNmNhwXbv81cOWB8dVTh-hb3zyp17Hb3fH38v1lG7m-sWiLKSfS1tk9aTQaPJXR3A96a4Je8rVTcsRyaMQ0HK8tV7lHZS5VH0NVtRkkW89B6FyGHVgPc9Q/s1024/d293e6af-2e48-4923-be6c-85ab1f21c23c.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq55spx5kQhlHqwWZfTxgU7VJ1fHu1n2AwHx3u6-wZXRxEBV0ZcFy8TwI1SStrB791jV2pbNmNhwXbv81cOWB8dVTh-hb3zyp17Hb3fH38v1lG7m-sWiLKSfS1tk9aTQaPJXR3A96a4Je8rVTcsRyaMQ0HK8tV7lHZS5VH0NVtRkkW89B6FyGHVgPc9Q/w300-h400/d293e6af-2e48-4923-be6c-85ab1f21c23c.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVrh9JFWnoGtFKyA1yMPlh3ZF7kN0u6swQVg5rLkwxeeT6RIEsn0p2eK3F_vb3zC-Fkdic60Hw8gRXFj1PX3IhfEkzjg21qEpdOveQ_8V0Lr6er5eWKhunzyxgAsvSQMWgje-p28VL5pwIsfNBRu2sgsbnE8BraaJ-PVQUKeOKNcyueiJi-6Uw1LrTQ/s1024/cc2feb63-67a8-4ae7-b76b-d80cc9d68c0f.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVrh9JFWnoGtFKyA1yMPlh3ZF7kN0u6swQVg5rLkwxeeT6RIEsn0p2eK3F_vb3zC-Fkdic60Hw8gRXFj1PX3IhfEkzjg21qEpdOveQ_8V0Lr6er5eWKhunzyxgAsvSQMWgje-p28VL5pwIsfNBRu2sgsbnE8BraaJ-PVQUKeOKNcyueiJi-6Uw1LrTQ/w400-h300/cc2feb63-67a8-4ae7-b76b-d80cc9d68c0f.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span><p></p><p lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span></p>
<p lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;">Still
on schedule the day seemed to be going so well but the last leg
proved to be a shocker. My pace ascending dropped dramatically as I
had gone into AF, this in itself was neither surprising or to
troublesome as I could still run comfortably downhill. The ascent of
Seatallan was very slow but the promise of nearly finishing meant our
spirits were high. Parminder had been an excellent stand in navigator
using the GPX route but unfortunately it led us into a ghastly
descent from Middle Fell. Instead of using the path and track that
deviates a bit west it took us on a direct line down the worst rock,
scree and bracken I have ever encountered. I fell dozens of time
becoming bloodied and bruised and it took an age. What should have
been a 20 minute descent took 1& 1/4 hours. Thankfully everybody
got down safely in the dark and we celebrated at the finish w</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;">ith
family and friends. 17 hours 10 minutes was a good time and overall
it had been a fantastic day.</span></p><p lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span></p><p lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMPVOefvDIlZHsjVBOjEStA6rm-I1Kvo98qHIJQ89msTuMySZ_xQGHvvziDdQ47TjWF_zH3ZcpBMYztFJFRrfJpJkCyDjAlNbeanHjK9kZmCN65-3dTtqHOR3hbed8AIMfq2ZDay3QOmkm_j5oa3zPTZEnqGt60ZRA2NE4BmCld9xLsNUgO0wB7a1dSQ/s2016/IMG_1384.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMPVOefvDIlZHsjVBOjEStA6rm-I1Kvo98qHIJQ89msTuMySZ_xQGHvvziDdQ47TjWF_zH3ZcpBMYztFJFRrfJpJkCyDjAlNbeanHjK9kZmCN65-3dTtqHOR3hbed8AIMfq2ZDay3QOmkm_j5oa3zPTZEnqGt60ZRA2NE4BmCld9xLsNUgO0wB7a1dSQ/w400-h300/IMG_1384.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><p></p>
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<p lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;">Attempting
a Joss Naylor crossing requires many months of training and beware of
thinking gentle road and grassy ascents prepare you well for the
rocky and steep rigours of The Lakeland fells.</span></p>
<p lang="en-US" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;">Support
from family and friends is vital. It may be tougher for the family
doing all the support than it is for the runner. I think it requires
some dedicated but self centred behaviour to succeed. Hopefully it
will inspire others. My grandchildren certainly seemed proud. </span>
</p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-31017371478412243292022-12-09T15:48:00.004+00:002022-12-09T15:48:42.640+00:00Rick Ansell (M60) - 30 July 2022<p><span style="font-family: arial;"> <b style="font-size: 12pt;">A
WET ONE</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 16px;">The forecast was for occasional drizzle and low cloud gradually clearing. The forecast was wrong. The postcast (which obviously was right) was 14 hours of rain.</span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">At
01.50 Pooley Bridge was quiet as the four of us waited on the bridge
for the clock to tick round, one of us rather nervously. At 02.00 we
padded off down the track beside the river. Patrick and Alex had
recced the way out through the camp site and no time was lost here.
I think recceing is cheating and these things should always be done
on sight or just using existent knowledge but trying to weave a way
between people’s tents in the dark is tricky. On Arthur’s Seat
the lights of the farms beside Ullswater twinkled up at us but by
Loadpot we were in the cloud and starting to get wet. When we got to
High Raise the wind was up and conditions were becoming distinctly
unpleasant. The mist was definitely a hard drizzle. Alex, Patrick’s
brother-in-law is a resident of Montana and more used to running on
the trails around the hills there. This was a fairly precipitous
introduction to real fell running. Max stuck close and handed the
bottle and jelly babies as his father demanded. The rain meant I had
to remove my glasses. Removing the glasses meant I couldn’t read
the map so the main burden of navigation fell on Patrick who did
sterling work. On High Street Alex announced that he was cold and he
did seem to be close to hypothermia. We crammed a hat on him and
jelly babies in him and hurried on to Threshthwiate Mouth where there
was respite from the wind and he could pull on more clothes. The
dawn came reluctantly as though the day had seen the weather and
wanted to stay in bed. </span>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt;">By
Stony Cove the torches were ineffectual and we romped down the wall
and completely missed the turn to Pike Howe. Patrick caught the
error 500m further on as we arrived at St Raven’s Crag. Back we
went. 20 mins lost to the schedule. Annoyed, I made up quite a few
of these descending to Kirkstone. The car park seemed deserted, just
a couple of camper vans loomed in the mist. Panic. And then Scott
saw us and leapt out of a car we hadn’t seen in the fog. Suddenly
the place came alive. Coffee was poured, potatoes offered, bottles
filled, Jaffa cakes grabbed and we were on our way with another five
minutes saved. The new team included Scott Collier and Kevin
Harding. With them to navigate there was no point in me even
carrying a map. Paul acted as mule and handed drinks and food when
required. The pace was a little slower than on the Hodgson Relay but
by Fairfield we had pulled back more time and on Seat Sandall the
rain seemed to ease off. We found the BG trod and soon we could see
the cars at Dunmail and there was Julie out to meet and greet. On
runs like this when there are times you feel a little fragile it is
amazing what a boost a friendly face can make and a quiet: “You
seem to be going really well” She surveyed the team: Scott, Simon
Barnett, Ned Needham and Paul Addison. “You’ve got a crack team
here” she said. Between them they had decades of hill days and, as
Paul discovered, Simon is a secret weapon as he knows every blade of
grass between Dunmail and Sty Head.</span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">On
the long stretch to High Raise the clouds began to clear and for a
few wonderful moments we were graced with a rainbow and views of the
hills we had come to run over. Climbing High Raise was a chore,
though, the rain came on again and the weather closed down. Despite
this I felt better on the nice grassy trods down to Stake Pass. I
wanted to get Rossett behind me so I could get stuck into Bow Fell
which loomed large in my mind. Things went quiet as we toiled up.
It felt slow but Scott informed us that we were 15 minutes ahead of
schedule and immediately I was lifted. Scott headed off down the
Band to the ODG for lunch having done a brilliant job keeping us on
the straight and narrow. We retraced from Great End towards Esk
Hause and ran down the track past Sprinkling Tarn rather than try to
find the direct descent. It might be slower but it was safe. </span>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt;">A
party had come up from Wasdale with coffee, brownies, potatoes and
bars. It was cosy behind the stretcher box and nice to stop moving.
Simon had to gently suggest that progress should be resumed. We
wanted to use the scree descent off Gable but the scree we found was
a bit bigger than the ideal. We stumbled onto Beck Head with little
time lost and the final big climb on Pillar just the other side of
Kirk Fell. My back was getting very tight and on the slopes of
Pillar I had to lie down and try to stretch it out. It improved it
for about 150m but that was enough to get me over the top and but for
the fog the end was in sight and 30 minutes in hand on a 17 hour
schedule. I kept telling myself to concentrate. A trip here could
end it all prematurely; too cruel at this stage.</span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt;">Finally
we were on Middle Fell and trotting down the path. We heard
Greendale Gill long before we saw it through the clag, clearly in
spate. I realised just how much rain had come down since we started.
Then we dropped down out of the cloud and there were the cars and
the bridge that we had be running to all day and a little group of
friends to welcome us in. Passers by looked on curiously as we stood
for photos in the rain, drinking coffee and grinning from ear to ear
and satisfaction, as Fred Rogerson used to say, dripping like fat
from a goose from one of the group.</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnh0WbdHDZ_7ue8ZgeMB63MEtX6lwhi6GEUdkZB6vfntI4gD-GKroRJkkkKeo1Jg35EdvQXAf2QmKSeFt1pxxFyz9Qsrr6qjbOEkOTTwiuZihMZ1ESIsKhLzKbf__H8ty0DpIFXXUxyvPC9KmQVN54G-ehGN2JOFinAgFjx8YTb59W3i7E9hqxpUBk2Q/s640/002.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="481" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnh0WbdHDZ_7ue8ZgeMB63MEtX6lwhi6GEUdkZB6vfntI4gD-GKroRJkkkKeo1Jg35EdvQXAf2QmKSeFt1pxxFyz9Qsrr6qjbOEkOTTwiuZihMZ1ESIsKhLzKbf__H8ty0DpIFXXUxyvPC9KmQVN54G-ehGN2JOFinAgFjx8YTb59W3i7E9hqxpUBk2Q/w482-h640/002.png" width="482" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglN8QcXboCLcdNtS9qlsg4d3VArJYCeOFtF2gcIxU9LZcBXNaRMNriLtr_jXs0hcmF0OeBMWvdAyboxjuTJ_F4TGs5cQvdmvmmdXr0HsDn0A__Smefxvx9PKGSv85xscp1oWZ_l37jsW_kfJDZvGOzLU8rH3SzQQDtPAjrGuroxyngaSFXKdBHJwvT2A/s640/001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="481" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglN8QcXboCLcdNtS9qlsg4d3VArJYCeOFtF2gcIxU9LZcBXNaRMNriLtr_jXs0hcmF0OeBMWvdAyboxjuTJ_F4TGs5cQvdmvmmdXr0HsDn0A__Smefxvx9PKGSv85xscp1oWZ_l37jsW_kfJDZvGOzLU8rH3SzQQDtPAjrGuroxyngaSFXKdBHJwvT2A/w482-h640/001.png" width="482" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6gUCrjgV6lxTdP3SRB22MKTOkxGKOC4Fd5lXZkXr4QCY2wNil5J5M2AzvYg9DyqO1H0ItwmAUQHRisfGXTv17ZTj6ACx0gipwj-GqWVoRKoKiUTXmiNOC9OXXDbM3cBikj0Y0xhEx0R2LYwO1ktlmofaM8m5PFw0ZAHP5NjehiJzdsHBNv2OrzmsULg/s640/004.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="481" data-original-width="640" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6gUCrjgV6lxTdP3SRB22MKTOkxGKOC4Fd5lXZkXr4QCY2wNil5J5M2AzvYg9DyqO1H0ItwmAUQHRisfGXTv17ZTj6ACx0gipwj-GqWVoRKoKiUTXmiNOC9OXXDbM3cBikj0Y0xhEx0R2LYwO1ktlmofaM8m5PFw0ZAHP5NjehiJzdsHBNv2OrzmsULg/w640-h482/004.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><p></p>
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</p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-4313168901258076872022-11-23T08:25:00.004+00:002022-11-23T08:25:53.019+00:00Helen Elmore (W50) - 16 July 2022<p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qogLsHTEyWzVIYQgvk-D6QrbLE71VhzGYZBCThJjgbzWnlcQe71cfPU5iuX3Y8MUZn3Du2yLV0OtV8xI723OrO1Pr8lCJ78Ns8g7CuuI13Ylo4BegQW0NbhVaWWWu8ireWgpcu-wU5ZyToPrubm-tL_YGqLrVtMTMMU5btPUN49lUtysDofut-4MBA/s1600/IMG-20220717-WA0037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qogLsHTEyWzVIYQgvk-D6QrbLE71VhzGYZBCThJjgbzWnlcQe71cfPU5iuX3Y8MUZn3Du2yLV0OtV8xI723OrO1Pr8lCJ78Ns8g7CuuI13Ylo4BegQW0NbhVaWWWu8ireWgpcu-wU5ZyToPrubm-tL_YGqLrVtMTMMU5btPUN49lUtysDofut-4MBA/w640-h360/IMG-20220717-WA0037.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I
think a lot of fell runners have a natural inclination for short and
fast or long adventures, but I have never quite been able to make my
mind up which I like the best! I had completed a Bob Graham back in
2009 and then mainly did short fell races whilst my children were
small. As they got more independent, I got drawn back into the
mountain challenges. I did a Paddy Buckley in 2019, a Ramsay round in
2021. I turned 50 in 2022 and completing a Joss Naylor was going to
be the icing on the cake.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I
had supported Nicky Spinks and Keith Holmes on a sub 12hr Joss and
knew that wasn’t on the cards for me. I also really wanted to enjoy
this one. Setting off on a13hr schedule seemed about right to give a
good buffer for the 14hrs allowed for 50-year women</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg
1 – Kev Saville and Simon Rippon</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This
leg is always fast and furious. I had a schedule that Nicky Spinks
had tweaked for a friend but even so its hard work to keep on the
splits. Its even harder for supporters with full rucsacs on cold legs
at 4.30 in the morning. Despite having carefully recced the start the
week before, in my excitement to get going, we dropped Simon and then
I overshot Arthur Pike and had to cut across the rough to bag the
summit. Time to concentrate! The leg went well otherwise with Simon
soon catching up after Kidsty Pike and leading us in to Dunmail a
couple of minutes up.
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg
2- Keith Holmes and Steve Wathall, both v65. The leg went perfectly.
If I can run like these guys in my 60s , I will be a happy woman.
Despite Keith’s protestations on what’s app the week before he
was too slow he shot up Red Screes at a storming pace. Whilst Steve
kept me well fed and watered.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg
3- Nicky Spinks and Tom Saville.
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Bit
of a dream team support wise. No need to introduce Nicky. Tom is
Kev’s son. My other leg 3 support had been hit with COVID-19 so I
asked Kev mid-week what is your lad doing at the weekend. Well he is
supporting an 18 hrs BG on Sunday so a bit of warm up on Saturday
should be ok. Tom has represented England, placed in champs races (is
very nearly the holder of the mid-winter BG record, another story
there) done an unsupported Ramsay etc etc.. so was definitely a bit
of a handy last minute super sub. Despite all the amazing support I
was starting to feel that I had been running for quite a long time. I
had psyched myself up for Steel fell and Bowfell but had sort of
forgotten what a horrid drag High raise is. Its was hot, but the
ground was still boggy, and it started to feel a bit of a trudge. But
then Nicky showed me a great line on Rosset Pike and Bowfell went
swimmingly with Tom handing my 3 Percy pigs every 5 minutes or so.
Why is other people’s food so much better?</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">My
good friend Lewis joined us at Esk Hause. Lewis has been one of main
training partners over the years, whether it is joining me on before
work training runs, reccing or just generally persuading me what is
possible. Unfortunately, due to health issues Lewis wasn’t able to
do a full leg but he made up for this in helping with maps,
schedules, planning car shuffles etc. Thanks mate it was great to
have you along.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leg
4</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">
I didn’t have anyone coming in for leg 4, so instantly made up a
bit of time there by not stopping. The heat started to kick in on
Gable, but again Tom came to the rescue with the Percy Pigs. It
wasn’t a lot of fun, but it was soon done.
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We
said goodbye to Lewis and Tom after Kirk fell and it was just Nicky,
me and the dogs on the most beautiful Lakeland day. We have done so
many recce and training runs together over the years and I decided I
was just going to enjoy this last section. I was hovering around
13hrs but didn’t feel like I could push much harder and my feet
were feeling pretty sore on the downhills. I decided not ask about
splits and just run. Simon and Kev bought in more water at Pillar
and Steve, Nicky’s husband had left a stash before Haycock. Much
appreciated as getting enough water for yourself and supporters can
be a real issue on a hot day on this section.
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Before
I knew it I was on the last peak with the just the lovely run into
Greendale to go. I was wondering if Joss was going to there with his
recent ill health. It was such a lovely surprise to see him, as I
touched the bridge in a time of 13.04. I then gabbled my thanks to
him to have created such a great route and then left him to have some
farmer chat with Nicky’s Steve.</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The
best thing about the Joss compared to a 24 hr round? Plenty of time
for a shower and a wander over to the pub for a proper celebration
with good friends.
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</p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-84879444680621942982022-11-17T16:33:00.004+00:002022-11-17T16:33:57.384+00:00Jackie Scarfe (W60) - 14 July 2022<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: 0.86cm; margin-left: 1.31cm; text-indent: -0.02cm;">
<b>Leg 1 Phil Scarf [CVFR] Leg 2 Kate Ayres
[Ambleside]
Leg 3 Steve
Milner [Wharfedale] Leg 4 Phil Scarf [CVFR]
Road support
Annie Milner [Wharfedale]</b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsztPVxd71jRjr-CNXRSm2fugBiYM459Sp1v9ObglOgXDmV_QTFm5r4GJkNp51fm7iYMfzl03t_fRQPyeRGRrF-aiyD-Z0F3V4spiu_kYWyAAFA4h2KziaGHQgscvOcZB4HZcW14yUhto3tLI2l2Dji4dB3aE0o4yKG2aZq9uWR5MSkFhvo116UQAHmg/s929/received_1043319489706220.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="929" data-original-width="827" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsztPVxd71jRjr-CNXRSm2fugBiYM459Sp1v9ObglOgXDmV_QTFm5r4GJkNp51fm7iYMfzl03t_fRQPyeRGRrF-aiyD-Z0F3V4spiu_kYWyAAFA4h2KziaGHQgscvOcZB4HZcW14yUhto3tLI2l2Dji4dB3aE0o4yKG2aZq9uWR5MSkFhvo116UQAHmg/w570-h640/received_1043319489706220.jpeg" width="570" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: 0.86cm; margin-left: 1.31cm; text-indent: -0.02cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Having had my 60<sup>th</sup> birthday only 4 days before, I set out
at 4.37am on a luxurious 17.30 hour schedule, on Weds 14<sup>th</sup>July
2022. The weather was set to be warm, but with some sunshine and a
few showers. Leg 1 with my husband Phil went
to according to plan, although we took a less than perfect route down
to the Kirkstone Inn. We’d had the mountains to ourselves, plus a
few meadow pipits and wheatears.
Leg 2 with Kate Ayres, from Ambleside, went up a notch. We
kept a good pace, beating all the scheduled times by a few minutes.
It was great to have someone who knew the area well. I hadn’t done
any recent recees, as I’m conscious of the environmental impact of
driving long distances [I live near Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire]
but I have supported several other runners on their attempts in the
past. I carried all my own kit + food on the day. Road support by
Annie -nut bomb- Milner was first class and I was please she managed
an hours swim in Rydal Water while I was on Leg 2.
Leg 3 with Steve Milner
was steady with great 360 degree views. We missed the best BG route
up to Bowfell, cut 10 mins off the 30 min schedule running across to
Esk Pike just by cunningly cutting thought the boulders. We messed up
the Great End descent – realised we were halfway down and facing
Lingmell … so we cut down to the corridor route to Sty Head and
lost about 20 mins. We’d intended to meet Phil at Great End, as he
knew the route, but were too early and missed him. Panic ensued, as
he was meant to do Leg 4 with me, but he appeared just in time. Annie
Milner’ Tea and sandwiches at Sty Head while sat on a blanket were
delicious! Leg 4 -Phil managed to keep up with me on the hills this
time. I’m not a great descender at the best of times and by now my
knees were suffering, so he had to wait for me! [NB I used poles]
Luckily he did most of the nav , although we are both orienteers and
we pushed on up some mighty ascents to finally finish in the light at
9.27pm, with Annie + Steve whooping and clapping me in to Greendale.
It was a minimalist attempt, with 1 car, 5 amazing people, sunshine +
showers and lots of fun. </span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 112%; margin-bottom: 0.86cm; margin-left: 1.31cm; text-indent: -0.02cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvF6iLh40qGcFQmbclDFW9Prq083ewd28bZAkGDY2gp8ooq9QHEZPAlWgiviL8-r5OzrzftIWk1CDKSLYRM6qlF-8PK5UUJKs-rpvzqL2Nw_qq0RT6klfXGoGctYm6jirXXsuqqxZHvFC5aIEnpnLZMdswVp0Bpma__PyQQWebLHQuWcgRxsqZAO2nA/s1600/IMG-20220715-WA0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvF6iLh40qGcFQmbclDFW9Prq083ewd28bZAkGDY2gp8ooq9QHEZPAlWgiviL8-r5OzrzftIWk1CDKSLYRM6qlF-8PK5UUJKs-rpvzqL2Nw_qq0RT6klfXGoGctYm6jirXXsuqqxZHvFC5aIEnpnLZMdswVp0Bpma__PyQQWebLHQuWcgRxsqZAO2nA/w480-h640/IMG-20220715-WA0005.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjksyeC2Ae-N1ZVvcHNDcZxnJvSfNvdNrbULSR5-CemS0-yI0a-GRYMXQexHJsFOQG-TCpPGvcczyHaJTA3vYzDgzMCdfZ-LMC_N4GxVGYleStxenbW-nBupLu-ZSuz5nftJphDNYNBGu4pOrlCWlx4aT3DpeF0X4sHrOnJEmDq1OCOoqSMfm3V90AQ/s1600/IMG-20220715-WA0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjksyeC2Ae-N1ZVvcHNDcZxnJvSfNvdNrbULSR5-CemS0-yI0a-GRYMXQexHJsFOQG-TCpPGvcczyHaJTA3vYzDgzMCdfZ-LMC_N4GxVGYleStxenbW-nBupLu-ZSuz5nftJphDNYNBGu4pOrlCWlx4aT3DpeF0X4sHrOnJEmDq1OCOoqSMfm3V90AQ/w480-h640/IMG-20220715-WA0001.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN-Uz8oi_6FpZpQBZ7X_jf1OF58059Lyrw9lpqVbPozkXVvcdMvwUc35moKqfl5z7GQoGSY3rNYkLLMh5TDCwikbYewRRO3M00WY3xCfgrMIkw5gxPt5n0JqbC0DxjCE3SLICT-_pLIgvgAxPdib4Xfkc1vYKOYYRAr3Onm6Duwe0_Lb5vCG5s9xpbkg/s1600/IMG-20220715-WA0000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN-Uz8oi_6FpZpQBZ7X_jf1OF58059Lyrw9lpqVbPozkXVvcdMvwUc35moKqfl5z7GQoGSY3rNYkLLMh5TDCwikbYewRRO3M00WY3xCfgrMIkw5gxPt5n0JqbC0DxjCE3SLICT-_pLIgvgAxPdib4Xfkc1vYKOYYRAr3Onm6Duwe0_Lb5vCG5s9xpbkg/w480-h640/IMG-20220715-WA0000.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-68440598293836320952022-11-10T15:14:00.002+00:002022-11-10T15:14:27.699+00:00Geoff Davis (M65R) - 12 June 2022<p> <b style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 10pt;">Geoff
Davis MV65 (Elvet Striders/Northumberland Fell Runners)</b></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>JNLC
Sunday 12</b></span></span><sup><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>th</b></span></span></sup><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>
June 2022.</b></span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>(No
137 – previous crossings 17.06.12 & 02.09.17)</b></span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">This
would be my third crossing of the JNLC and was to take place on my
65</span></span><sup><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">th</span></span></sup><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">
birthday.</span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSho0WmvOxJAbezY2qnZ8wBO0VZawxJBcupJbydcr7JHbIaitq5_c5IwsdiyzaX_-A3A7wRcmyLaokeUhOnna3gaPPpiuIZNcOpvVnekOTpxkiZ5XnFmGz9zVGbrwoVBFkBB5hLMjE0ZEJfsqa7oNIY2g9hys6BFc-7eD73vUOy05HOB0Ao9bvp8Nntg/s1548/received_734488317592796.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1161" data-original-width="1548" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSho0WmvOxJAbezY2qnZ8wBO0VZawxJBcupJbydcr7JHbIaitq5_c5IwsdiyzaX_-A3A7wRcmyLaokeUhOnna3gaPPpiuIZNcOpvVnekOTpxkiZ5XnFmGz9zVGbrwoVBFkBB5hLMjE0ZEJfsqa7oNIY2g9hys6BFc-7eD73vUOy05HOB0Ao9bvp8Nntg/w640-h480/received_734488317592796.jpeg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></span><p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">The
forecast was for 40mph gusts on the tops with scattered showers
throughout the day. In Pooley at 5am it was fairly calm but cloudy,
although the south westerly wind was soon in our faces as we climbed
onto the open fell. The cloud started to break through and my spirits
lifted as we began to make up time across the grassy tops. Apart from
my small band of pacers we saw no one else on the fells across this
leg. We did have the company of red deer though which were a very
welcome sight. Feeling fresh and fit this leg troubled me very little
and we arrived at Kirkstone thirty minutes ahead of the 17 hour
schedule I was using.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">The
second leg was a joy as the long climbs were easily accomplished in
what was a brisk wind but under a dry, bright sky. My three female
pacers were happy and chatty and time passed quickly although Dawn
took a tumble coming off Fairfield and bruised her arm, although she
never let on to me until the following day. The fells were still
quiet with just one or two walkers encountered across Fairfield and
Seat Sandal. I still felt it was early days and we received a warning
of things to come with a brief, heavy shower on the descent to
Dunmail where we arrived 51 minutes ahead of schedule.</span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcGn3qA7-zrEiTxwHs3vTTWP9heK_uG73uZD7Gt7EOivG6ZB3Nb2M9ALq-mLO2nqbJUarVFWYRSq4WO_StW28VPSEzIHyOahdTHd6nmQrsl3DCpy9Dui_HpjvbWFU7yrfkZdYn2DtXR3lVke6_zMjYmqQxtFYS3Cpe3Bo8ACoEHULTfKznaL9_WPJD8w/s2048/received_423388182750808.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcGn3qA7-zrEiTxwHs3vTTWP9heK_uG73uZD7Gt7EOivG6ZB3Nb2M9ALq-mLO2nqbJUarVFWYRSq4WO_StW28VPSEzIHyOahdTHd6nmQrsl3DCpy9Dui_HpjvbWFU7yrfkZdYn2DtXR3lVke6_zMjYmqQxtFYS3Cpe3Bo8ACoEHULTfKznaL9_WPJD8w/w640-h480/received_423388182750808.jpeg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></span><p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">It
was great to see so many supporters at Dunmail but I resisted the
temptation to linger for more than the allotted 10 minutes and was
soon toiling up the steep slope of Steel Fell. This was accomplished
fairly easily but I started to suffer on the long trudge across to
High Raise. The steep, wet pathless section was hard, as was the
final less steep but boggy rise to the summit and my spirits were at
a low point. They picked up on the descent towards Sticks Pass and I
felt fine on the climb to Rossett Pike. It was still windy and we
could see the dark clag moving towards us from the Coniston fells.
The rising traverse up Bow Fell felt steep but was over fairly
quickly. As we reached its top the clag descended and the rain began
to fall. If this crossing was a tale of two halves then the whistle
had just blown for the start of the second half.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">From
now on the wind was joined by thick mist, heavy prolonged showers and
wet rock underfoot. Along with growing fatigue these started to slow
my progress and a particularly heavy downpour after Esk Pike saw me
stop to don full waterproofs. Things were particularly desperate on
Great End but we decided to still take the rocky descent down to Sty
Head, albeit very carefully, arriving an hour and five minutes ahead
of schedule. </span></span>
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxOfZPJtGexjzWQ79jv5ALChhN7tBYTg9UoJ-KegufsxOf5nvq5r1K1PJ70dlGOR29egqI5zB8MfERIO6lMFe-qfDFI3JoiUSdLdHLFV5CiRWsqKOx93ftxj7w2V0L-xJmbyjEnye4ro5An6mxmluNdFENBTOTXtKvkvccuJOTnQ8UAjf3bucLPM2fA/s1001/received_752148166102752_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1001" data-original-width="853" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxOfZPJtGexjzWQ79jv5ALChhN7tBYTg9UoJ-KegufsxOf5nvq5r1K1PJ70dlGOR29egqI5zB8MfERIO6lMFe-qfDFI3JoiUSdLdHLFV5CiRWsqKOx93ftxj7w2V0L-xJmbyjEnye4ro5An6mxmluNdFENBTOTXtKvkvccuJOTnQ8UAjf3bucLPM2fA/w546-h640/received_752148166102752_2.jpeg" width="546" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></span><p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Again
I had a posse of supporters here all clad in full waterproofs seeking
what little shelter there was around the stretcher box. My wife Susan
opened up an emergency shelter and I spent the next 16 minutes
beneath it trying to eat and drink what I could. Donning a third
jacket I set off up Gable with my new team of pacers. The next three
climbs were very tough but the descents over wet slippery rocks on
tired legs and sore knees were particularly challenging. Nonetheless,
they were all accomplished and I started to count down the remaining
fells as the end approached. Haycock was climbed without stopping and
we chose to omit the scree descent opting for a grassy path instead.
With my head down climbing Seatallan, on Joss’ advice, and only
Middle Fell remained. After the quickest descent I could manage on
shredded legs we arrive at Greendale Bridge. All done in 15 hours 47
minutes. An incredibly tough day, which I wouldn’t have missed for
the world. Standing on the bridge I felt incredibly grateful to all
those who had helped me and just a little bit proud of myself. </span></span>
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdoUWRRkplEzUkAY7Z313wgUqkjtchweD0hhJ94TAmuC4RDY11KqurET8rzVueJ_m5pkQtqip8xVhNw-bMwA4ieMZhVyga877a9Z-GfXWBE6U_uwhTUvsXHvGSyshi3jc29Akw9nJkUPrWegEJA0kKH4p9vM6y70n5sHD60wSgSt4oBtZpLNQ45HU8w/s2048/received_765545197801513.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdoUWRRkplEzUkAY7Z313wgUqkjtchweD0hhJ94TAmuC4RDY11KqurET8rzVueJ_m5pkQtqip8xVhNw-bMwA4ieMZhVyga877a9Z-GfXWBE6U_uwhTUvsXHvGSyshi3jc29Akw9nJkUPrWegEJA0kKH4p9vM6y70n5sHD60wSgSt4oBtZpLNQ45HU8w/w480-h640/received_765545197801513.jpeg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></span><p></p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-61173702124924455202022-11-08T19:31:00.005+00:002022-11-08T19:32:14.853+00:00Penny Browell (W50) - 22 May 2022<p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #141412;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;"><b><span style="background: #ffffff;">Penny
Browell WV50</span></b></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #141412;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><b><span style="background: #ffffff;">The
Joss Naylor Lakeland Challenge. 14</span></b></span></span><span style="color: #141412;"><sup><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><b><span style="background: #ffffff;">th</span></b></span></sup></span><span style="color: #141412;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><b><span style="background: #ffffff;">
May 2022</span></b></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #141412; font-family: arial;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">Around
48 miles involving 17,000’ of ascent across 30 Lakeland peaks</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Turning
50 was not something I was looking forward to. I needed glasses, I
was starting to find grey hairs and (most depressingly) my running
was getting slower and slower. So I decided that instead of moping I
should face it head on and make some plans to keep me busy. The Joss
Naylor Lakeland Challenge was the perfect choice.
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Leg
1. Pooley Bridge to Kirkstone Pass </b>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Support:
Nick Latham, Stuart Scott, Tamsin Imber, Nina Mason</span></p>
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</span><p></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">It
was a lovely morning at Pooley Bridge and Ullswater was perfectly
still – after a few nervous minutes counting down we were excited
to be off at 6 o’clock sharp. The first leg is by far the most
runnable and with the tight schedule I had to run the uphills as much
as possible. My pacers commented we were moving fast but I kept
assuring them I was on schedule. The first couple of hills take a
while to tick off but before long we were getting through them. A bit
of cloud descended around Kidsty Pike and I started to wonder if the
weather forecast had been wrong. But despite the clag, the team
effort to get the route right was impressive with Nick brilliantly
shouting us back from a near error after Stony Cove. Then Nina took
over to do a great job getting us to the annoying Pike How despite
the fact I went into trip mode and managed an impressive superman
dive followed by a slide onto my bum within a couple of minutes.
Before I knew it we were negotiating the rocky short cut to Kirkstone
and were at the van and my support crew a surprising 14 mins up on
the schedule!</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Leg
2. Kirkstone Pass to Dunmail Raise</b></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Support:
John Tollit, Stuart Scott, Dawn Hosking</span></p>
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</span><p></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Although
I felt really good I struggled to eat much at Kirkstone and I’d
heard my support team muttering to each other that I wasn’t
drinking enough. So I made an effort to eat and drink more on this
hillier and therefore slower second leg. For a short section after
Red Screes we were joined by a pair of lambs who seemed to think they
were part of the support group and baa’d in a disgruntled way when
they realised they couldn’t stick with us all the way. It was still
a bit cloudy on the tops but mainly we could see well enough and John
did a superb job navigating over to Hart Crag (a section I’d failed
to get right on recces!). Next was my least favourite hill in the
Lake District – Fairfield. I have no idea why it is called Fair
since it is ALWAYS in cloud and has a rubbish top with too many
routes off. Today was no different and on reaching the top we went
off slightly to the right but fortunately John was on it and realised
in time to set us off the right way. Seat Sandal followed quickly and
soon we could see the van again welcoming us for changeover 2 – now
20 mins ahead of schedule.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Leg
3. Dunmail Raise to Styhead Tarn </b>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Support:
James Garland, Alex Banks, Elaine Bisson</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Again
I struggled with food at the changeover despite giving myself a bit
longer than I’d scheduled and I could tell Tom was worried – he
told my support not to let me go too fast and ordered me firmly not
to bonk. I said I’d do my best… Just before we left he insisted
Alex made me eat a banana on the way up Steel Fell. I obeyed.. Whilst
generally I enjoy leg 3 I’m not keen on the long drag from Steel
Fell to High Raise which is hard to navigate perfectly and seems to
take forever. Fortunately with James the king of nav and everyone
chatting happily the time seemed to fly by. The cloud had totally
vanished since Fairfield and it was a perfect day. My support team
were superb at making me drink and eat regularly and I was loving
every minute. We were ticking minutes of the schedule at each peak
and I started to believe completing this was a genuine possibility.
However, I really wasn’t looking forward to the descent of Great
End which again had troubled me on recces. But James led us
skill-fully through the boulders and all was well until I jammed my
foot between two rocks which brought on massive cramp in my calf and
a stream of swear words as Elaine tried to remove my foot from the
rocks’ clasp. Once released I felt a bit better but knew I needed
to take it easy. The rising temperature was beginning to take its
toll so I gave myself a bit of a talking to. Although I’d done well
sipping and snacking on this leg I needed more to get me to the end.
When we arrived at the stretcher box I was 22 minutes up so knew it
was worth giving myself a bit longer than the scheduled 5 minute rest
to prepare for the final leg</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Leg
4. Styhead Tarn to Greendale </b>
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Support:
Geoff Davis, Alex Banks, Mark Davinson</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">To
get myself back on track I took some salt tablets, drank some salty
soup and milkshake and was given a double calf massage by Susan and
Tom (thank you both – I know my legs were not pleasant!). Once
fully refreshed we were off again. For some reason I love the Great
Gable climb – although it’s steep I like that you can just stomp
up. Once at the top I knew we had a tricky descent to deal with and I
worried that my calves would cramp again but Geoff got us down
brilliantly and my legs behaved. We were making great time and
knocked several minutes off on the way up Kirk Fell. Mark was a
fabulous social secretary updating me regularly - “Tamsin says
you’re on fire!”, “Stuart says you’re amazing” he informed
me as he shared pictures with the rest of the support team all the
way round. Coming off Kirk Fell I asked why Geoff was moving so
quickly and he told me I was obviously not tired as I was still
chatting… I considered going quiet just to slow the pace but it’s
not really in my nature and I was enjoying myself too much. All was
good other than a sudden nose bleed half way down Kirk Fell which
slowed me down a bit. Eventually it stopped and on we went; it was
such a perfect day - I genuinely was just loving every minute. After
the little detour of Steeple we were onto the last 3 hills of the
day. I’d loved these on my recces as they’re not ones I know
well.. Haycock did not disappoint but climbing Seatallan I suddenly
felt the pain of all the climbing I’d done so far. It’s a
horrible slog up there – I hadn’t noticed it on the recces but
when you’re 28 peaks into a 30 peak challenge…yuck. I opted to
not look up and just take one step at a time knowing eventually it
would be over. Once at the top there was the slightly fiddly descent
down and just one hill to go. I almost allowed my emotions to get to
me knowing it was nearly over as we reached the top of Middle Fell
but as the descent began my nose decided to bleed again which
distracted me! The final run into Greendale is fabulous…I’d
envisaged this run down for weeks and it didn’t disappoint. I was
beaming as I was welcomed in by Tom, Susan, Nina and (as a lovely
surprise) Sally and Adam. Having known 14 hours was a tough ask I was
thrilled to clock 13 hrs 16 minutes as my finishing time. I was
amazed how well I felt, how much I’d enjoyed it and how much I
wanted to do it all again!
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">After
I’d changed and as we all chatted and snacked on Tom’s famous pie a
car pulled up next to us and there was Joss Naylor himself. It was a
real joy to see him and to chat about the day – interestingly he
seemed to agree with me about Seatallan and said he too opts for the
head down, don’t look up approach. As the sun started to go down we
said our good-byes and headed off, my mind full of everything I’d
seen and experienced and already making plans for the next challenge…</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I
have many people to thank who helped me complete the JNLC. Obviously
my support on the day who were just the best – the nav was spot on,
the nagging me to eat and drink was absolutely necessary and the chat
was great so thank you Nick, Stuart, Tamsin, Nina, John, Dawn, James,
Elaine, Alex, Geoff and Mark. There were also so many others who
encouraged me and made me believe I could do it – special thanks to
Susan for her support and to my kids who endured a lot of Joss talk
and a lot of “I’m tired, I’ve been for a run” conversations.
Biggest thanks of course to Tom who not only was a brilliant road
support on the day but trained with me in all sorts of horrible
conditions, made me believe I had it in me to do this and listened to
me talk about it non-stop for months. I apologise in advance for the
fact I may continue to bore you with my next potential challenge…</span></p>
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</p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-76478927743911141982022-11-03T18:00:00.002+00:002022-11-03T18:00:22.242+00:00Neil Bowmer (M55) - 14 May 2022<p><span style="font-family: arial;"> <b>Neil Bowmer M55</b></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">With the cancellation of all races
during the Covid pandemic, I needed something to motivate myself to
stay fit so I started training for my Bob Graham attempt. Being 54
years old, I thought this had passed me by, so it was somewhat of a
surprise when I successfully completed it on June 19<sup>th</sup>
2021. Three weeks later I tagged along with my partner Ros and her
friend Jess and completed the Frog Graham, definitely too close to my
BGR but I was successfully dragged to the end. So with a Bob and a
Frog under my belt, it seemed a natural decision to attempt to add
the Joss Naylor Challenge in to make up the triad. As I was turning
55 in May 2022, which offered me a realistic time of 15 hours, I
realised that I could complete all three within 12 months, if I could
get round of course…..</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">At 5 am on the 14<sup>th</sup> May
(two days after my 55<sup>th</sup> birthday), I set off from Pooley
Bridge with Jess Young (my fellow Frog companion) and Phil Hodgson as
my support runners. It was a perfect still dawn and with Phil
knowing Leg 1 well, we made good time to Kirkstone Pass, arriving 16
minutes ahead of schedule, catching the breakfast crew by surprise.
Mandy Goth still managed to provide a bacon butty and a cup of tea in
perfect time to send me on my way. </span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhISmQSd0dSBTLTH7-I_iVSSaqLz9HLhSeC3AxFlv6E1LfUfx9Eu23hL6I9OYnjuctCRka5bWRHz0Xqj1BwEwc53WUTj8eMi93O4_m1MG4d8I-siPfz2W5v8MFQVPncfQ5y7f_cwD-C3EkP7mRqd7Cdz1ptG2R8oSc49kTNXTdXEu8ftsX8GEeNJHsQ/s2048/IMG-20220514-WA0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhISmQSd0dSBTLTH7-I_iVSSaqLz9HLhSeC3AxFlv6E1LfUfx9Eu23hL6I9OYnjuctCRka5bWRHz0Xqj1BwEwc53WUTj8eMi93O4_m1MG4d8I-siPfz2W5v8MFQVPncfQ5y7f_cwD-C3EkP7mRqd7Cdz1ptG2R8oSc49kTNXTdXEu8ftsX8GEeNJHsQ/s320/IMG-20220514-WA0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> Leg 2 was supported by Dave
Garner and Simon Hewitt. The weather deteriorated slightly, with
cloud on the summits but as I knew this leg well myself, we continued
to gain time to Dunmail Raise, arriving 34 minutes ahead of schedule.
I took a short break for hot cross buns and a cup of tea, then set
off up Steel Fell with my new crew of Ian Oldham, Mike Keavney and
Tim Grimwood, all of whom had supported me on my BGR. Dave also
continued on with me, veering off at Rossett Pike to get his lift.
Despite being ahead of schedule I wanted to keep pushing on as I knew
the day was going to warm up and I wanted time in hand in case things
got difficult later. We moved comfortably across the hills but were
pleased to meet up with Phil Hodgson on Great End so that he could
guide us down the perfect line. It was quite an achievement for Phil
to get to us on time as he had to get from Dunmail and up to Great
End with us being nearly an hour ahead at this point!</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZHbl1a2dBznVdknR35fRtBUoVvIr39RTRroI0pFsYW-0fX2FHJgVPUcCXomi2lQGxK84PsDeXi-Qe4_c8z4LdsSwbj5JFw4cRVWnBirou_rF55ghN-Zybw9e-XLXTNlSDjPR7j0b5K4OHp3mqxY5aHOdmvCQfWHqtr4K5LP_nwarIM116yt11eQhtgA/s2016/IMG-20220515-WA0034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZHbl1a2dBznVdknR35fRtBUoVvIr39RTRroI0pFsYW-0fX2FHJgVPUcCXomi2lQGxK84PsDeXi-Qe4_c8z4LdsSwbj5JFw4cRVWnBirou_rF55ghN-Zybw9e-XLXTNlSDjPR7j0b5K4OHp3mqxY5aHOdmvCQfWHqtr4K5LP_nwarIM116yt11eQhtgA/s320/IMG-20220515-WA0034.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHs-eXTpaNLofz9I_ZQ1Bqpglcv2gPlCtuEdWHmapZ1NnSBYLoBYW3rd6ezRAV1t2iQqBMam3ztaT1rAyi4uaPcTHTpmwrRTldcWmkkdNwGHAWLkXD4tO2-__piUXrC_A96bWaDiFV2eMZwfxPmUC-nEQyVhdVyjCYiH6DsRxS1vXXM6U0LRFpPi7g4w/s1600/IMG-20220515-WA0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHs-eXTpaNLofz9I_ZQ1Bqpglcv2gPlCtuEdWHmapZ1NnSBYLoBYW3rd6ezRAV1t2iQqBMam3ztaT1rAyi4uaPcTHTpmwrRTldcWmkkdNwGHAWLkXD4tO2-__piUXrC_A96bWaDiFV2eMZwfxPmUC-nEQyVhdVyjCYiH6DsRxS1vXXM6U0LRFpPi7g4w/s320/IMG-20220515-WA0017.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3DUC3ymdGRJDr_cAMwjSfBPlswynVcGE6VYPBbsyY6wB_y6EvllDyxeGsKeHxQ1ynbz1W3VDmhr9debIXJrumDa7r8EJe6nC2BUSiAWm7WwPkRioPJCP70hrOypMWy_E9T2udvjdrqu5qlB9lhhtmxFGN8wRfSV0-T2dSxrM0wuoPnhE-xMtxcCaWnQ/s1216/IMG-20220515-WA0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="842" data-original-width="1216" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3DUC3ymdGRJDr_cAMwjSfBPlswynVcGE6VYPBbsyY6wB_y6EvllDyxeGsKeHxQ1ynbz1W3VDmhr9debIXJrumDa7r8EJe6nC2BUSiAWm7WwPkRioPJCP70hrOypMWy_E9T2udvjdrqu5qlB9lhhtmxFGN8wRfSV0-T2dSxrM0wuoPnhE-xMtxcCaWnQ/s320/IMG-20220515-WA0020.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mandy, Ros and Simon had also legged
it up from Wasdale Head just in time to meet us, providing food and
drink, including an unexpected treat of a cold bottle of coke. Simon
replaced Michael, who was feeling the heat, but Ian and Tim were keen
to continue and do a second leg. A quick 5 minute break and off we
went for the slog up Great Gable in the afternoon heat. Caroline
Graham, Ian’s partner joined us before Kirk Fell and added some
energy to the group, who were starting to flag. The pull up Pillar
took its toll on Ian, who had been looking after me so well that I
think he had neglected his own fuelling, so the decision was made for
him and Caroline to leave us and we would carry on as a three. Over
Haycock and up Seatallan we were really starting to tire, not
surprising really as Tim and Simon had both completed the Fellsman
the previous weekend. So it was a very pleasant surprise to see
Mandy waiting for us on the summit of Seatallan so that we could turn
off our brains and just be led over the final hill and down to the
finish at Greendale Bridge.
</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hQmXlc6t1uHVRaN41h4r9C5ExHnd7c0d1A4G54d3QscoBCom31rbhXzYv-aH5MI-lrrs1A9A-EWUNs_enImHwtE3DPEUGnK4pSAuvmC0c0KOXMWnna1TkOKRqEp-pPFH5CSGOxhWTGMSalnK765p7Zt6dLV_FCfNRMNDjajY1cV1eugf83S0KzscQw/s4000/20220514_141143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hQmXlc6t1uHVRaN41h4r9C5ExHnd7c0d1A4G54d3QscoBCom31rbhXzYv-aH5MI-lrrs1A9A-EWUNs_enImHwtE3DPEUGnK4pSAuvmC0c0KOXMWnna1TkOKRqEp-pPFH5CSGOxhWTGMSalnK765p7Zt6dLV_FCfNRMNDjajY1cV1eugf83S0KzscQw/s320/20220514_141143.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7emkGVbWFoIu3OfN8ce9uAVTW5kue1VJwfAQjxghG6W2BIICRgwdjN8wtKvTR6gpt8Tlu9v-0fXa4AeatLovtXcVjxwabrd-J7ba4sJzKP2Td1tTa3pHZmb5SVo2fzzmProlpUFviKR7wL7gdvRW7L9CUVAHbkr73MON2Ggv-nta680-tozshFlxFqw/s1600/IMG-20220515-WA0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7emkGVbWFoIu3OfN8ce9uAVTW5kue1VJwfAQjxghG6W2BIICRgwdjN8wtKvTR6gpt8Tlu9v-0fXa4AeatLovtXcVjxwabrd-J7ba4sJzKP2Td1tTa3pHZmb5SVo2fzzmProlpUFviKR7wL7gdvRW7L9CUVAHbkr73MON2Ggv-nta680-tozshFlxFqw/s320/IMG-20220515-WA0012.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I knew that sadly there was no possibility of Joss being at the finish, but virtually my whole crew were waiting to cheer me in. I completed the crossing in 13.49, faster than I had expected. My day had been everything that Joss said it should be; a great day out with friends in the hills. I am told there was a fantastic evening of celebration at the Achille Ratti Hut, but unfortunately I managed to sleep through most of it! Once again I am indebted to my friends from Swaledale Runners and Todmorden Harriers for helping me to complete my Bob, Frog and Joss!</span></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJCKitabJRQqpBUfQCRiiYlnEXqIbWGNtKPorcT4T86SD_EXCU-zj0M_QQfqR3xhM_tIGYF7urXF2btLQoUDlFhRYLq4OLT64LBiapOeTf3DqDH1GPHbh0BFwghZblDge4yCKDsbHGqBXYzaMnPqGyyoz7DIO5uuI_v_HMHvFVBJHJ8OVcAPzcwHPw2A/s4000/20220514_185048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJCKitabJRQqpBUfQCRiiYlnEXqIbWGNtKPorcT4T86SD_EXCU-zj0M_QQfqR3xhM_tIGYF7urXF2btLQoUDlFhRYLq4OLT64LBiapOeTf3DqDH1GPHbh0BFwghZblDge4yCKDsbHGqBXYzaMnPqGyyoz7DIO5uuI_v_HMHvFVBJHJ8OVcAPzcwHPw2A/s320/20220514_185048.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm;"><br /></p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-42254717647976365992022-10-25T13:35:00.002+01:002022-10-25T13:35:43.410+01:00Matthew Lynas (M55) - 08 May 2022<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> <b>Joss Naylor Lakeland Challenge – Matthew Lynas – 08/05/22</b></span></p>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">30
peaks, 48 miles, 17,000ft ascent: Target time M50: 12 hours, M55 15
hours</span></b></p><p align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3k8nAFfBrb_r6BzUm4vi2vBbpSwAobXzdAEnfTXXmKlBlXQa8-1CdaCfcCYO-erMzN664r9M40xUI9BSHYFATJ37XHW7t-ZGrUJ5sN0dR8zdVsS8SE7g92oCzmCmlB3_9faeiGFeF0QFspAnrHMjy1bHdxoqnsiqLgawSCDewH0P8guzhZI4wcracg/s640/IMG_4524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3k8nAFfBrb_r6BzUm4vi2vBbpSwAobXzdAEnfTXXmKlBlXQa8-1CdaCfcCYO-erMzN664r9M40xUI9BSHYFATJ37XHW7t-ZGrUJ5sN0dR8zdVsS8SE7g92oCzmCmlB3_9faeiGFeF0QFspAnrHMjy1bHdxoqnsiqLgawSCDewH0P8guzhZI4wcracg/s320/IMG_4524.JPG" width="240" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pooley Bridge</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><b><br /></b></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">My first real
appreciation of the Challenge was in July 2020 when during a drive
over Kirkstone Pass, fellow Macclesfield Harrier, Mark Burley,
pointed out the climb to Red Screes at the start of the second leg.
I had only just started fellrunning in The Lakes and this looked
quite daunting. I knew there and then that ‘the Joss’ would be a
2022 challenge for me, by which time I’d be older (but not
necessarily wiser). But even though I turned 55 in January, I
planned a sub-12-hour completion schedule because I thought it was
manageable.</span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">During 2021 I made
several recces, covering the first, second and fourth legs in some
detail but paying rather less attention to leg 3, believing that I
knew enough of the route from my Bob Graham round. I hadn’t
allowed for the fact that routes look very different in the opposite
direction!</span></p>
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</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I picked a date in
early May to fit in with planned fell races and the availability of
supporters. Quite by chance on my final Leg1 / Leg 2 recce I
discovered that the date I had chosen coincided with the Fred Whitton
cycle challenge – Britain’s largest cycle Sportive. The presence
of two and a half thousand cyclists on the roads would make life
rather too challenging for my road support. We solved the problem by
moving the start time from 7am to 8am – late enough to avoid the
cyclists but early enough to complete comfortably in daylight. I
went for a ‘lite’ support model, carrying my own water, food and
kit, and relied on rehydration and refuelling support at Kirkstone,
Dunmail and Styhead. I enlisted two pacers: Mark Burley for Legs 1
and 2 and Allen Bunyan (another Macclesfield Harrier) for Legs 3 and
4.</span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I normally taper my
running training for about a week before this sort of event, spending
less time on my feet and more time reading the weather forecasts.
However I ran the Rainow 5 fell race on the previous Wednesday,
confirming my legs were still in working order and winning a couple
of cans of beer and a pair of Running Bear socks as first M50 home.
The weather forecast looked better and better as the week progressed
albeit with a significant southerly (head)wind.</span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">On the day of the
attempt, Mark, my wife and I arrived in good time at a warm and sunny
Pooley Bridge. The weather was as forecast with very good visibility
throughout: a little warm on the early stages, though cooled by a
gentle but noticeable cross / head wind. Mark and I set off at the
planned pace, with Mark treating the leg as a recovery run from the
previous day’s Inter Counties Fell championship. In spite of the
headwind, we arrived at Kirkstone bang on schedule and three minutes
later, with refilled water bottles and a further supply of Clif Bars
and Shot Bloks, set off up Red Screes. It was still long and steep
but considerably less daunting-looking than two years previously.
We were heartened also to learn at Kirkstone, that Allen was already
waiting at Dunmail and raring to go. The run from Red Screes to Hart
Crag had not gone well on my final, solo recce but Mark’s superb
navigation saw us efficiently and safely across the moors. With a
sense of relief I reached the more familiar territory of Fairfield
and Seat Sandal. On the descent to Dunmail, Mark dropped back a
little, and promised to catch us up by omitting a couple of summits
before we reached Styhead.</span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I arrived at Dunmail
just three minutes down on the schedule and after three minutes of
refilling water bottles and collecting further supplies (including
some flat Coke), Allen and I set off up Steel Fell. I navigated less
well than I would have liked on Leg 3 and the lack of recceing in the
correct direction took its toll. I needed to navigate confidently at
‘race pace’ and although the knowledge I gained from completing a
Bob Graham round in 2021 ensured I didn’t get lost, my routes were
not efficient enough to stay with an 11 hour 50 minute schedule.
Specifically, I lost time on the routes to High Raise and Rossett
Pike, resulting in our arriving at Styhead 20 minutes late. However
my spirits were lifted, first by meeting up again with Mark just
prior to summitting Great End, and then by meeting – not quite
accidentally on their part – the two clubmates, Jake and Joe, who
had given Allen a ride to Dunmail and who were recceing the Bob
Graham round. At Styhead, Andy Robinson (a friend from orienteering
days in London) met us, having hiked up from Wasdale Head. Once
again we refilled water bottles, and collected a final supply of Shot
Bloks. Mark and Andy made their way back to Wasdale Head and Allen
and I set off up Great Gable. I must have been beginning to tire as
I asked Allen to take the two headlamps that Andy had given me!</span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">On the final leg, we
managed a good pace on the uphills, ran the downs and did our best on
the rough flats. Allen had been primed by my wife on how best to
motivate me, and a mixture of a bit of nagging, some high spirited
banter and conversing with sheep, kept my mind off the climbs ahead
of us. Aided by swigs of Coke and blessed with some grassy running
after Steeple, I lost only nine minutes against my schedule on Leg 4.
I arrived at Greendale Bridge 32 minutes down, having completed in
12 hours and 22 minutes.
</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwpmEUCDq5TARgw7TLhHJG6_6kEwZlhicd-ixrxPUQdqFrv93s1rh4ApnTQ2AVKTZGGA29v-qGCYgs8rNPQr3XjjMRwVNEnceVfhwGRh2Jw3O12I5tIIYOLPWLJNe39MX6_8LW3PK46hiRKuCAGFt87bcgXSQiHJdUSrlzGejxMJNT-tqEwWtmPOQxA/s1080/20220508_001_lakes-xe3-1003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="864" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwpmEUCDq5TARgw7TLhHJG6_6kEwZlhicd-ixrxPUQdqFrv93s1rh4ApnTQ2AVKTZGGA29v-qGCYgs8rNPQr3XjjMRwVNEnceVfhwGRh2Jw3O12I5tIIYOLPWLJNe39MX6_8LW3PK46hiRKuCAGFt87bcgXSQiHJdUSrlzGejxMJNT-tqEwWtmPOQxA/s320/20220508_001_lakes-xe3-1003.jpg" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Arriving at Greendale Bridge</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p>
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</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The welcoming party
included Ian and Pauline Charters. Ian had requested a copy of my
schedule and had been monitoring my progress throughout the day in
order to meet me at the finish. He and Pauline provided some
much-appreciated campervan hospitality to my wife and Mark while
waiting for me to finish.
</span></p>
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</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">My heartfelt thanks
to Mark, Allen, Andy, Joe, Jake, Ian and Pauline along with my wife, Wendy:
I had a truly wonderful and enjoyable day on the fells – away from
the crowds but with just the right amount of expert company for
support. In keeping with the tradition of the Challenge, a donation
has been sent to Buxton Mountain Rescue.</span></p>
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</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The only sadness of
the day was that Joss himself was not well enough to meet me at
Greendale Bridge. Ian had told him of my attempt at the Challenge
and he had sent his congratulations, and we, in turn, send him our
best wishes for his continuing recovery.</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtuPhogvXXgb8qVnrS-NrMGZZXHnFFTsKF2q5Nme5reE3yrAUbGR9-wAUOx2rTmrFHgdLPjaHy6D3N6FpEzSkWj_k_jHZRbAGUcicBrDyAidfG3c2zLOwQmEga_n0oYdFIO--XOTTLeaWHhNeDVCBIRbNH6uniyI6cMCb5pWVWs6g4v8_vVzU64jDCw/s640/IMG_4536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="445" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtuPhogvXXgb8qVnrS-NrMGZZXHnFFTsKF2q5Nme5reE3yrAUbGR9-wAUOx2rTmrFHgdLPjaHy6D3N6FpEzSkWj_k_jHZRbAGUcicBrDyAidfG3c2zLOwQmEga_n0oYdFIO--XOTTLeaWHhNeDVCBIRbNH6uniyI6cMCb5pWVWs6g4v8_vVzU64jDCw/s320/IMG_4536.JPG" width="223" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Greendale Bridge</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p>
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</p>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-7705088705579793372022-10-20T16:34:00.001+01:002022-10-20T16:35:08.788+01:00Nicky Spinks (W55R) - 22 April 2022<p> </p>
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Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-71771824493058431492022-01-26T19:18:00.000+00:002022-01-26T19:18:25.438+00:00Roland Kelly (M50) - 03 August 2019
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFXxf2casLoR_YegMbm96oz0qpZSZkpwpnnaPUIb0u6IL6_0iBQsHOFNTQyb9EO3StdNEIqmS530Ajtlkqgj55h5OT8t7LtftkuaTz5i4RSH0Vyfrf-sbZQeL95wB5g6xpHkEsKu0HdL6fgk62fqxzZMyM2BaZZFQA7bycboNSs6dL-JagguRgiHtdLw=s1152" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="707" data-original-width="1152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFXxf2casLoR_YegMbm96oz0qpZSZkpwpnnaPUIb0u6IL6_0iBQsHOFNTQyb9EO3StdNEIqmS530Ajtlkqgj55h5OT8t7LtftkuaTz5i4RSH0Vyfrf-sbZQeL95wB5g6xpHkEsKu0HdL6fgk62fqxzZMyM2BaZZFQA7bycboNSs6dL-JagguRgiHtdLw=s320"/></a></div><iframe height="2800" src="https://drive.google.com/file/d/12dBYZvHePbrpwr3ZWm9k7p1eNFugNayy/preview" width="630"></iframe>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030872195110702219.post-22540473065125185202022-01-25T15:58:00.001+00:002022-01-25T15:59:05.303+00:00John Boyle (M50) - 18 September 2021<span style="font-family: arial;">The big day, we’ve made it to the start - always an achievement in my book.
There’s four of us. My good mate, training partner & fellow Joss contender Paul Stopford and the two fellas who are to see us superbly through the first two legs of our challenge; Jon Morgan & Simon Patton. In 2019 the plan was for Jon, Simon & I to all have a go. It wasn’t to be - only Jon had a crack & delivered a storming run to dip under twelve hours. The pace Jon set on his run made me realise what a challenge this truly is. </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihFvrsZUQpNpb9JCtX4A4Czgzc1j9vCNN7rVeiAFe86eZszHjI12QipgH90QB_oARJJpWpu2VPjxSEhqHL7C7PGL9gd84iz2Nn9E6fqJzRFREcqTOMAM7DkEHT0j4V4yaD414NuMHqzjnQElh3sva0phcZOrNw2UGbFZIV8oA7RDZsSkEWwnFXs6wrzA=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="576" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihFvrsZUQpNpb9JCtX4A4Czgzc1j9vCNN7rVeiAFe86eZszHjI12QipgH90QB_oARJJpWpu2VPjxSEhqHL7C7PGL9gd84iz2Nn9E6fqJzRFREcqTOMAM7DkEHT0j4V4yaD414NuMHqzjnQElh3sva0phcZOrNw2UGbFZIV8oA7RDZsSkEWwnFXs6wrzA=w225-h400" width="225" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">The gate pillars are our start line, at 7am we toe the line & are off, tentatively across the fields, up through the Germanic-ally organised caravan site & out onto the open fell, it felt pleasantly familiar – we’d recced it twice. The forecast was for low cloud lifting by 10:30, light SW winds and a bit of wet. Sounded alright.
Steadying up to Arthurs Pike we chatted nervously away, though visibility was soon down to about 20m, it was great to be on the hill – we all know how valuable time like this is & how privileged we are to be up here, it’s a great feeling, the four of us trotting along in our own little bubble of clag – guided only by the compass needle. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">We know what views we should be enjoying, but none can be seen and the familiar summit cairns are all that we have to confirm our passage – even Thornthwaite Beacon, normally visible from High Street and beyond, can’t be seen until we are practically under it. At least we know the easier running line off the top and are soon down to Threshthwaite Mouth & climbing to Stoney Cove Pike. Checking timings we confirm we are pretty much on schedule for a 2:45 leg 1 – pleased with that as I always felt it was a fairly quick schedule & was feeling alright. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">We slithered our way down to a wet Kirkstone and the welcome sight of our road crossing team; Kev and Tom Saville along with Rainer Burchett V70 champ & our JNLC meet & greet. Grabbing a tuna & sweetcorn sarnie & downing a Yop we are swiftly on our way up Red Screes, about 15 minutes into the climb, young Tom suddenly emerged panting at our sides – we’d forgotten our second map – what a fine effort legging up after us.
Having both supported & recced this leg I’d hoped to put this knowledge to good use with a few optimum lines, however, lack of visibility meant it was not to be & we stuck like limpets to the well trodden paths. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Arriving at Dunmail it was time to say good bye to Simon & Jon who’d done sterling work providing the banter & navigation in challenging conditions. Quickly fed & watered we were passed onto to Messrs Saville Snr & Junior. The Senior Saville - Kev has both a JNLC valiant attempt & a successful completion on his CV and Tom has considerable pedigree including a very impressive Winter solo 99.9% BG (except 200 yds on Bowfell!) – so we were in capable hands. The climb up Steel Fell is always a challenge, but lack of visibility at least meant we never had the opportunity to keep looking at how far we still had to climb. The slog across the bogs to High Raise had always been the section where I thought I’d have to dig deep, having suffered here on an earlier leg 2 & 3 link up with Paul – whilst navi was challenging and we wandered a little, my regular snacking seemed to have staved off hitting the wall and we rumbled on toward Rosette. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Paul who despite having been the stronger of us in training in the months leading up to the attempt had suffered a knee injury 3 weeks earlier, and it was with a tinge of sadness that we said our goodbyes at the foot of Bowfell. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">With Paul & Kev headed for Angle Tarn it was left to Tom & I to make head way. For the first & as it transpired only occasion of the day there was a brief break in the clouds & we were able to make out the hulking mass that is Bowfell, it was only a brief glimpse, but it was enough – we ploughed on up the zig-zagging path toward the summit. Tom let me know I needed to start making in-roads on the schedule as I was about 8 minutes down – we cracked on and by the summit of Great End we’d clawed 4 of those minutes back. I knew that I could get another two in the bag if I nailed the decent to Styhead – having recced it 3 times I reckoned I had it dialled – Tom handed me the controls, the first 150 yards from the summit went swimmingly, I recognised every rock, however with my usual landmarks of Sprinkling Tarn and the flanks of Gable lost in the mist I was rudderless and eventually led us way too far left, traversing the whole of the Band & dropping onto the corridor route. We scrambled our way over to our waiting support crew at Styhead, now about 16 minutes down. I had some work to do. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">No time to stop other than welcome the newcomers; Richard Bradbury, Mike Bourne and Steve Mathews who’d made a massive effort to come from the Peak to assist. I managed another Yop and a third sarnie on my way up Gable – the steady stream of grub was working & I was pretty pleased with how well my legs were still feeling – they needed to have some running in them if I was going to succeed. We knocked along catching the race route lines, soon we were heading for Haycock, & then legging it down the runnable lines towards Pots of Ashness I’d pulled back most of the time deficit and felt it was doable if I could keep knocking on up the last two. In a bit of a blur we found ourselves under clearing skies with the bridge at Greendale in sight, I could see familiar faces & hear friendly voices shouting encouragement. The bridge was touched at 6:55pm Joss wasn’t there to meet us, but his neighbours very kindly were. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"> The line that Joss chose is a cracker, the time set is tight – for me it’s been a proper challenge, as these things should be. It’s been a pleasure to do the training / preparation & the run in the company of great friends and to be able to make a donation to an organisation; 1st Burnmoor Scouts, who along with my parents first gave me an interest in the outdoors and showed me what the pointy bit on a compass is for.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJe9qN8fnH0R_9bZ0CMOKUhh96cbgu_t_oFw4HLbgUikWwvUhj3d3HKf1M9FYV-t5eZv3XXzWpJmQSbjcVFEvqpr5bG4mFC2zoAbfBXVdIile8CkKF8s8p79bq1wwKJi34D9QNyvdYbBeipc8TfClq47iSAzwRc1p0JcJtw3FncmL75kVqU6Axjf8VIA=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJe9qN8fnH0R_9bZ0CMOKUhh96cbgu_t_oFw4HLbgUikWwvUhj3d3HKf1M9FYV-t5eZv3XXzWpJmQSbjcVFEvqpr5bG4mFC2zoAbfBXVdIile8CkKF8s8p79bq1wwKJi34D9QNyvdYbBeipc8TfClq47iSAzwRc1p0JcJtw3FncmL75kVqU6Axjf8VIA=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Ian Chartershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495867180386821517noreply@blogger.com0