It's
just gone 4am as I wander along the narrow lane. The valley air is
filled with the growing dawn chorus and on either side sheep stir in
dew covered fields. For the second time in as many days I watch as
the dawn light seeps over the adjacent Lakeland hills and grows ever
brighter. It's different though. Yesterday's dawn was soaked in
anticipation, nerves and a need to deliver. Today's has a glow of
satisfaction, the reminders of a great day in the hills, of a good
job well done, of splits that were met, beaten, smashed and of a
Shepherd’s Hand that was shook in the glorious sunshine of a May
afternoon.
A
day of great chat and many laughs and the only minor drama being when
we cantered through Styhead with the resupply team still ten minutes
down the valley (oops!) but the quick thinking and selfless legs of
two supporters ensured that all was right by Black Sail. I could bore
you with a pile of stats, of lines taken but it was simply a day when
the hard work paid off, the legs sung, the gods smiled and with the
help of some great friends a required sub 15 became a 12.22. A day to
treasure in years to come. Thank you to all that made it possible.
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Leg 1 (photo: Jules Coleman) |
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Approaching Greendale Bridge (photo:Paula Furnival) |
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With Joss (photo: Carol Morgan) |
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Greendale Bridge (photo: Paula Furnival) |
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