Monday 1 November 2021

Nav practice: generating randomly selected spots on access land

Lately we've been trying to get more nav practice. We're looking at doing more O events next year, and also just want to be better at navigation for fell racing.
We've been doing a bit of orienteering but I thought some extra practice would be useful, and being able to head out in the dark and/or clag over winter even more so.

Practising nav locally tends to mean you already know the features you're looking for, so it's a bit too easy. I thought we could make it tougher by selecting random spots on access land then navigating to them. Since they tend not to be identifiable features that means some pacing practice to land as exactly as possible in the right spot.

Making maps

First of all I installed QGis. This is an open source GIS system with very sophisticated tooling, and in several years of occasional use I've hardly even started to explore what it's capable of.
Next I downloaded the data files I needed. I live near the boundary between the SD and SE squares, so I downloaded the data for both. The datasets I got (from OS OpenData) were:
  • OpenMap Local
  • OS Terrain 50
I also needed the access land areas as a shapefile, which came from here:

https://data.gov.uk/dataset/05fa192a-06ba-4b2b-b98c-5b6bec5ff638/crow-act-2000-access-layer

Next I put those layers together in a project using 'add vector layer'. You need to unzip the individual tiles for your area from the OS Terrain 50 dataset.

The resulting map looks like this:



I've rearranged the layers so that the access land is at the top, and the mapping layers are at the bottom. The mapping layer and contours are just for orienting your location so you can see which bits of access land to select (next step), you don't actually need them.

Next step was to select the area of access land I was interested in. This was the Midgley Moor area, just north east of Hebden Bridge. By default QGIS opens with the hand tool selected, which moves the map around. You need to select the 'selection' tool, which is a mouse pointer off to the left on the tool bar.

Shift-select and shift-click (or click drag) allow you to select the bits of the access layer polygon you want (the access layer is made up of thousands of little shapes denoting individual pieces of land - we don't care about that, we just want to select large areas of it). Once selected it looks like this:


The next step is a bit fiddly:

  • switch on 'edit mode'
  • in the edit menu select 'edit geometry' and 'merge features'







(you don't need to change anything in the dialogue that comes up for merging features).


Once merged it looks like this:



The next step is to copy the selection then paste it into a separate vector layer:



You'll need to provide a filename for this new layer (which of course means you have it permanently). This then appears on your map (the new layer is purple):




OK, so now we have a vector layer which contains just the feature that we want our locations to be in.

(Note: I've created a layer with just the access land around here, and merged individual tiny parcels of land into larger ones. That way I can select one block of access land and generate locations on it)

In this picture I've zoomed in, changed the colour of the new vector layer to make it easier to see the points we're going to plot, and switched off the main access land layer:


The next step is to actually create the random locations. For this we use the built in research tools (intended for sampling locations e.g. soil samples, water samples etc).


The option you want is 'random points inside polygons'.

In the options dialogue, choose how many points you want, how far apart you want them (minimum) and make sure the source layer is the new layer you created earlier. If you have a layer with multiple areas, you can choose to only generate points on the individual area you've selected.


Click 'ok' and QGIS will create your list of locations.


Here's the map with the locations shown:


At this point we now have a temporary layer in our project, containing a series of random points plotted on the map. The next thing we need to do is convert that to a set of OSGRs.

First of all, we need to export the points as a csv, with their coordinates. The easiest system to use for this is XY.


make sure you include XY under 'Geometry', or your resulting csv will only contain the IDs.


Open the resulting text file, select the entire contents and 'copy'.



I used this website to do the conversion.

Paste the contents of your csv into the box on the website:



Ensure that you've selected XY as the input type, and OSGR as the output, then hit 'convert'.


And there in the bottom box is your list of controls, with OSGRs.

Finally, you might want to save your temporary layer as a permanent file, so you can check your route against your controls later (there's a qgis plugin that allows you to import gpx files - I'll write about that another time).









Update

I've been tinkering with this for a few weeks, and working on nice O inspired maps as well. Using Qgis styles, the result looks a bit like this:


(This was a map I generated to replace day 1 of the cancelled OMM).

I've also discovered that by installing the FSC plugins, you can get an OSGR by hovering over a point, which speeds things up a bit instead of batch converting them.


Lessons from actually trying this

  • Inaccuracies in estimating distance and in pacing can compound each other.
  • Rounding grid refs down instead of to the nearest number is stupid.
  • Finding an arbitrary place with no associated feature on moorland is extremely difficult
  • I'm not very good at drawing circles on maps
  • Permanent marker rubs off lamfold maps fairly easily, especially when you don't want it to

Further Improvement

By using the tool in FSC to assign grid refs to a layer, and twiddling my styles somewhat, I now have 6 fig grid refs printed directly on the controls.








Tuesday 26 October 2021

Yorkshire Trod 100km 2021 - my first DNF

 This is the first time this race has been included in the Runfurther series. We had some discussions about the route and rules, and Karen agreed a route with Mel to ensure the 'minimum road' rule was complied with. I looked at the route ahead of time and thought it was pretty good.

I was really looking forward to this one. It's my favourite part of the Dales, and the route looked fantastic. The night before I drove up to Grassington and registered, then found a quiet place to settle in the van for the night.

It wasn't ever so warm in the van overnight, and I had a rather disturbed nights sleep. I got out of bed rather drowsy at 5.30, got my kit sorted and drove down to the National Park car park.

I reached the start point with 10 minutes to spare and had a quick chat with Karen, who was no more sure of having recovered from Rotherham injury than I was. On the stroke of 7 we set out in the dark through the centre of Grassington, heading up towards Threshfield.

The pack thinned out quickly, and I chatted with a few different people as we crossed the road, passed Threshfield quarry then headed out on Moor Road. My GPS took a long time to wake up, although I was reasonably confident about the route as far as CP3 anyway (although a couple of other runners gave me a better route to Boss Moor than I'd have chosen myself). By the time we were climbing up towards Boss Moor I was settled into a pace and going OK.

A quick clip at CP1, the gate overlooking Winterburn res, then double back to the footbridge and the long climb up to Weets Top. At Weets Top I dropped down to the road and turned right up the road heading for Malham Tarn.

Looking back from the climb up Weets Top

As I got towards the end of Mastiles Lane my left glute was starting to grumble, but nothing really bothersome. CP2, a quick chat with the marshal and I was off across the rough grass towards Arncliffe. The two guys ahead of me had taken a longer route and I was keen to see if the shorter route would gain me any time.

As I reached the farm track and started up towards the Monks Road path my glute was getting rapidly worse and I was already having to walk quite a bit. In spite of this, I caught up with the two who'd taken the longer route at the point where they joined up.

This was the beginning of the end for me. Less than fifteen miles in, with well over forty five to go and I was struggling already. I decided Arncliffe was as far as I was going.

During the run down into Arncliffe I was talking to another runner who struggles with the same gastric problems as me, and was able to make some suggestions for things to try.

Limping slowly into Arncliffe CP, I let them know I was retiring and settled down with a very welcome cup of tea. Soon afterwards a large number of runners, mostly from the 50k came through the CP, then (Debbie? Sorry, I'm awful with names) kindly transported me back to Grassington. I turned in my tracker, chatted with Mel and the volunteer looking after CP9 (Grassington) for a bit, then headed home rather disappointed and upset.

Retiring had felt like a pragmatic and sensible choice, but I was totally unprepared for the emotional effects. My inner psychologist found it fascinating and took careful notes while I crashed horribly.

There were three things that I really noticed:

  1. I kept thinking "I could probably have gone on, I gave up too easily"
  2. It felt like a massive blow to my self confidence. That capability to run long distances is important to me, it makes me feel self sufficient and in control.
  3. This was the worst: I felt left out. The race was carrying on, but I wasn't a part of it any more. It was exactly like the feeling you get as a child when you don't get invited to something.

In truth, I could easily have gone on, but I would have had maybe 14 hours of painful, miserable running and possibly done damage that would take longer to heal.

I realised as I neared home that I could have handled number 3 better by changing into clean clothes and volunteering to help (if possible). A lesson for next time.

That's probably my last race for this year. I'm entered for the White Rose but very much doubt I'll be recovered. Time to see the physio, concentrate on building strength and better form (probably what caused the injury), and work on other important skills like navigation and prep. Although Mel did mention a race in January...

Thanks again to Mel & everyone who cheered me up at Arncliffe & Grassington, and to the Runfurther sponsors for providing prizes & goodies.

Runfurther sponsors: TentmealsUltimate DirectionIceBugInjinjiMountain Fuel and Romney Mint cake


Kit list

On

  • Full length Omm flash
  • long sleeved hi viz base layer
  • short sleeved hi viz base layer
  • montane cap
  • buff
  • drymax  socks
  • inov8 terraultra 370

Carry

  • montane prism hat 
  • ZL H600 torch & spare battery
  • ZL H53 backup torch
  • Garmin 20x GPS
  • Ti mug
  • BMC Dales map
  • compass
  • ron hill gloves
  • buffalo mittens
  • omm ultra 15 pack
  • Montane Prism jacket
  • OMM waterproof
  • spare batteries for gps
  • small fak
  • regatta waterproof trousers
  • whistle
  • sol bag
  • spork

Food

  • two squeasy snackers of mash/tartex/walnut oil
  • mini cheeses
  • mini malt loaves
  • one cheese and onion pasty
  • 120g romneys kendal mint cake

Tuesday 12 October 2021

Round Rotherham 21 - not quite according to plan

Ultra count: 18 by the standards agreed with Sarah on the 2020 Spire (Incl: recognised challenge rounds; not incl: DNFs or training runs), 17 races.

Faffing with my GPS before dibbing - picture courtesy of Darren Bristow

Friday night I finished work early and loaded up the van, and got down to Rotherham around 5.30. I had some Runfurther flags in the van that needed putting up, and met Karen, Bob & Nick at the event HQ. Just as we were setting off to get something to eat, Nick noticed that my front offside tyre was almost flat, it had a damn great nail in it.

Sharing my living space with a portaloo and an alloy wheel...


That set the tone for the rest of my RRR21 really.

After dinner we got back to Manvers lake and I discovered that by a happy fluke I'd parked right by a floodlight, which made changing the wheel in the dark a lot easier. Once that was done I rolled (on a distinctly low but just-about-useable spare) round to the car park. I parked on the end of the row of vans (this was a bad move), opened a beer and sorted out my kit for the morning.

Somewhere around 3.30am people started to arrive. Being on the end of the row I think there was a car park marshal pretty close to my window and of course every car coming in stopped and talked, so I didn't sleep too well for a while. Eventually I got sufficiently used to it to filter it out and slept until 5.45 when my alarm went off.

I'd forgotten to put the filter coffee container back in the van, so I made a cup of tea and had some breakfast. There had been some question over whether there would be any crisps on the CPs, so I guzzled down a couple of packets along with my yoghurt & nuts.

Just before 7 I headed up to registration. It was light enough not to need a torch, and I waved to Sarah and Karen as they passed. Ian was at registration just ahead of me, although he ended up starting a few minutes after. I got my dibber, sorted out the GPS and got going.



I very quickly settled into a 6min/km pace which was faster than I planned, and it felt OK so I kept it up. Both glutes were a little bit stiff, they have been since I did two big climb weekends in the Lakes and Snowdonia recently. The right eased off during the course of the morning but the left didn't. That was to be a problem.

You can't fool me, that's a bloody canal. Disused, but still a canal.

Somewhere around 2 hours in I passed Karen. This is a very rare occurrence and usually a bad sign. Sure enough she was struggling with injury and in a lot of pain. Characteristically she was still moving at a fairly rapid pace.

Catching up with Sarah at CP3, I said 'hi' and kept going as I was just about to knock 20 mins or so off my marathon time. Then came the freshly ploughed fields. So freshly that the tractors were still harrowing as we went through. That slowed me a bit, but not too much. At this point my left hip was starting to feel a bit sore.

I hit the marathon distance in 4:21, a bit quicker than my previous, and started to slacken off. Sarah caught me up shortly after, and we had enough time for a bit of a natter before reaching CP4. I kept going at this point, Sarah caught me up and overtook soon after as I was starting to slow badly.

From here onwards it got a lot worse. I'd tried to make my vest a bit more comfortable by eating the various packets of crisps I was carrying fairly early on, instead of maintaining my usual food routine. By the time I reached Maltby I was getting stomach cramps and my hip was properly painful. The volunteers at Maltby cheered me up a bit and offered me food (unfortunately my dietary limitations ruled it all out), and encouraged me as I left.

Once I reached the top of the hill at Maltby I was quickly reduced to a walk. Another runner had been helping me with the positive talk on the way up, but I was struggling badly and it took me a full 2 hours to do the 8.5km to Hooton Roberts. Throughout this leg I was alternating between stubbornly wanting to go on, and worrying about the damage I might be doing. With 2 weeks to the Yorkshire Trod and 4 to the White Rose 100 I didn't want to get a problematic injury. I was passed on this stretch by what seemed like everyone in the race, but memorably Colin Williams and Karen who was moving slower than she had been earlier, but still a decent pace considering. By this time my blood sugar was low and so was my mood, and the pain was stopping me from talking myself back up. I think I was also making the problem worse by slouching. I didn't expect to finish and said so to a few people.

At Hooton Roberts I limped into the CP and said I didn't expect to carry on. Thankfully the lovely volunteers at the CP convinced me to rest, eat, sit down. I did a little bit of stretching, chatted a bit, ate some malt loaf and a couple of sandwiches and drank a very welcome cup of tea. After maybe 20 minutes I started to feel like I might as well just battle on.

Leaving Hooton Roberts I found that if I stood bolt upright I could walk, or even run, with much less pain. So much so that I made a decent pace for the last 5 miles. As I joined the canal I could see Ian and a few others just ahead, and caught them up just as we joined the main road to Manvers. Shortly after I caught up with Nick for the second time that day, who was also having a rough run.

I finally crossed the line with tears in my eyes and a finish time of 10.17, around half an hour slower than 2019 rather than the 60 minute or more faster I was aiming for. But at least I finished. Food, chat, reinflating the spare tyre to a decent pressure and taking down the sponsors flags added another hour or so, by which time I was able to drive home fairly comfortably.

Karen had finished about an hour ahead of me, Sarah somewhat earlier. Nick and Ian both appeared shortly after I'd returned.

The next day my hip was stiff, but I was able to walk & cycle more or less OK. The week ahead will feature stretching, swimming, and very little running.

The RRR is an interesting race. I'm not used to the relatively flat trail stuff and Rotherham is a chance to do 50 miles much quicker than I normally would. There's some scenic stuff, and quite a lot of urban/suburban. It's fantastically well organised and supported, and it's the people involved who make it what it is. Thanks to all of them: friendly and good humoured volunteers, runners, and local residents.

Lessons

  • Treat CP food as a bonus - my unusual dietary issues limit what I can eat.
  • Malt loaf causes me fewer problems than I'd expect
  • Actual proper pain is a new ingredient in the low mood, learn to deal with it
  • Stand up straight (currently working on form anyway)


 Kit list

On

  • OMM shorts
  • short sleeve base layer
  • hat
  • number belt
  • Fenix 6s

Carry

  • Montane Gecko vest
  • 2 buffs 
  • gloves
  • long sleeve base layer
  • waterproof (Montane minimus)
  • water bottles (one empty in my pack)
  • mash bottle
  • face mask
  • Garmin 20x GPS
  • ZL H53 torch
  • Phone
Food
  • mini cheeses
  • mini malt loaves
  • 4? packets of crisps
  • couple of packets of mini cheddars
  • cheese sandwich, more malt loaf
  • mash/tartex/oil mix (only ate about half)


Thanks to the organisers and volunteers (especially at Maltby & Hooton Roberts where I really needed the help), and to the Runfurther sponsors for providing prizes & goodies.

Runfurther sponsors: TentmealsUltimate DirectionIceBugInjinjiMountain Fuel and Romney Mint cake


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Monday 6 September 2021

Bullock Smithy 2021

The year is wearing on and it's September already. There were a lot of deferrals for the Bullock Smithy and I wasn't sure I was going to get a place, but everything came right in the last couple of weeks. That was handy as I had a load of Runfurther stuff to transport over.

The pre-race info clarified the hi-viz requirement that has caused so many first timers concern - the new wording is 'reflective patches' or a hi viz jacket. I stuck some retroreflective tape on my pack (which didn't stick that securely, but lasted out the race) along with some reflective wrist bands, and wore a hi-viz/reflective buff. 

Reflectives

Saturday morning I got up at a civilised time, had some breakfast and set off around 9. Nick had already set up a lot of the banners and the Runfurther spot prizes when I arrived, with the additional tall flags we had a good display.


Saturday morning
Outside the gate to greet the returning masses


I picked up my tally around 11.30, then at 11.45 a chance comment from another runner reminded me of an important oversight. Cheese! I trotted back to the park and ride to collect my missing cheese, and got back just in time for the briefing. Just a note on the tally - this year I remembered to carry my own tally with the miles translated into km, so I knew where to expect the CPs!


Miles? Oh bugger.


We got moving on the stroke of noon, and I headed out of the north corner of the park. I was aiming to maintain a fairly brisk pace during the daylight hours. After my cock up at Earl Sterndale in 2019 I didn't know if strict grouping would be a thing. More on Earl Sterndale later.

Briefing











As often happens it took a while to get properly settled, and I was on the climb from Lyme before I really felt comfortable. I chatted with a runner carrying a heavy pack as Spine training on the climb up to CP1, and we leapfrogged for a while as our paces varied.

At the roadside drinks point at Chinley Churn I scoffed down some crisps as quick as possible and got going again. Crisps are one of the very few things I can eat confidently from checkpoints and I would normally pick up a couple of packets. The BS organisers very sensibly decant crisps into little bowls to reduce waste, but that means I had to stop to eat. Note for next time, carry a freezer bag to dump crisps into. Actually a few plastic bags in a pocket are probably a good idea in general.

Somewhere around here I faffed a bit getting my phone to share my location. I'd tested this out with Claire earlier in the week, but I knew it needed re-enabling and had forgotten to do it. After that she was able to track my progress & send encouraging messages which cheered me up constantly.

Dropping into Coldwell Clough I paused to take a photo and took my eye off the route while I put my phone away. In the process I missed the turn and had to contour back to the path, which made it apparent that my shoes were far too loose so I stopped on the climb to tighten them. I wasn't convinced by the Altra Lone Peak's the whole day. I'd have preferred King MT, but was trying the Lone Peaks ahead of White Rose.

Looking towards Edale Cross



Up, up and up again to Edale Cross. Feet were on my mind as mine had taken a battering here in '19 in barefoot shoes. The Altras were definitely an improvement there. But not so much on the descent, where they felt less positive and stable. I overtook Nick as we approached Edale, then battled my way through impatient traffic on the narrow lanes towards the village.

I risked a slice of malt loaf (with no ill effects) at the CP, then headed up to Hollins Cross. At Castleton I cut between the houses up to the gate then took the low path before backtracking up the reverse path, then struck straight up. In retrospect it would have been better to head straight uphill from the gate for the good path on the very top (which I'd forgotten about).

Old lead mining above Castleton



Reaching the Limestone trail I encountered someone I later learned to be Colin, joining the route from an unexpected angle after a slight unplanned diversion. He soon disappeared into the distance, although I was to see him quite a few more times before the end. There was also another event going on, and we met a lot of runners coming the other way.

Tiny moos!



At Millers Dale I was tempted by the soup. This was a mistake as I lost quite a bit of time and didn't digest it that well. Chelmorton I just filled up with water and cracked on to Earl Sterndale.


At Earl Sterndale it was still well and truly daylight, a big improvement on '19. I was well ahead of pace. I spotted the track to the right just before the village that I'd taken last time (after some discussion with another runner) and ignored it. Crisps at the CP, and onwards.

Approaching Earl Sterndale in daylight



A couple of nav failures soon after. I was chatting and didn't take the line above the trees at Stoop Farm which meant a bit of faffing about.  Then at Booth Farm it was starting to get properly dark and I didn't spot the path after the 2nd stile. I tried to cut across the bog, and quickly gave up. There were a few of us on the climb up to Brand Top, where I wolfed down a hot dog (more digestive issues, when will I learn?) and headed on out.

Pointy stuff just after Earl Sterndale


Colin had rejoined us after missing the turn round Booth Farm and having to backtrack, and I think Ian and one or two others. We mostly stuck together through Three Shires Head and down to the new CP at Clough House Farm, replacing Cumberland Cottage.

Cheering and bells and a blazing fire welcomed us in. If anything I like this setup better than the barn, although if it had been cold and raining it might have been different. I grabbed some crisps, refilled bottles and got going again. Most of the others pulled ahead of me on the road section to Macc forest, and Ian caught me up as I battled with the rocky path down to Walker Barn - note for next time, take the nice smooth path to the left in the woods!

A quick refill and more crisps at Walker Barn and on down the road. In '19 people were backtracking up the road and taking a path across the fields, which looked like hard work. As before, we dropped down the side of the road, before taking the right hand turn then the left path down to Kerridge Hill.

At this point Ian suggested a route off to the right to contour round the hill instead of going over the top. I took a punt on his route and, apart from a slight misturn as we entered Bollington it was OK. I think on my own I'd have gained a few minutes going the direct climb, I still had plenty of climb in my legs, but I'd got quite settled chatting with Ian, and anyway he'd promised (and later delivered) a very direct line through Poynton. 

The final dreaded run in along the canal and the old railway. Colin had rejoined us at the final CP, and shot off along the railway. Rather than bridge 14 we dropped off at 12 and cut through Poynton (Ian's direct route, which turned out to be similar to the route I'd been led in '19). At some point I joked that Colin would probably reappear from a random direction and overtake us in the last hundred metres, and just as I said it, Colin reappeared - the route from bridge 12 is definitely quicker.

We summoned up some energy for the final run in after walking for a couple of miles, and finished in 13:07. 70 minutes quicker than '19 for me. 

As often happens I had bad shakes for a while, a combination of cold and hypoglycemia. Once I'd eaten that wore off and I headed back to my van for a few hours sleep.

Sunday morning I walked steadily up to the Tesco Express (note for next time, there's a Sainsbury's Local near the entrance to the park and ride) to get some pain au chocolat (switched into French at the till which was entirely accidental and probably made me sound like a pillock), then walked up to the Scout hut for the prize giving & to take down the Runfurther gear.

Breakfast 2


The things that stick in my mind from this year.

  • Appalling chafing from having my mug in the back of my race vest pocket.
  • I struggled with food and digestion. I need to rely more on my own food I think.
  • There are things about the Bullock route that are not that much fun - especially the tarmac. What makes it a great event is the atmosphere. The CP and HQ volunteers are amazing, there is so much enthusiasm and support.
  • I swore several times that I wasn't going to do it again, but I probably will.

Thanks to the fantastic organisers, and to the Runfurther sponsors for providing prizes & goodies.

Runfurther sponsors: TentmealsUltimate DirectionIceBugInjinjiMountain Fuel and Romney Mint cake

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Kit list:

On:

  • raidlight base layer
  • drymax summer socks
  • altra lone peaks
  • Omm flash 0.5
  • yellow Montane hat
  • hi viz buff

Carried:

  • Montane Gecko VP12
  • hi viz ron hill gloves
  • Awdis hi viz long sleeved base layer
  • regatta waterproof trousers
  • montane minimus waterproof jacket
  • silicone mug
  • garmin 20x
  • compass & maps
  • foil blanket
  • glasses
  • facemask
  • phone
  • socks
  • FAK
  • spare batteries & zeb h53
  • zeb h600 & spare battery
  • mint cake
  • food: 4 mini cheeses, 2 squeezy-snackers of mash/tartex/walnut oil mix
  • drysac with keys & tissues.


Monday 9 August 2021

Beacons 50 2021

This was my second run of the Beacons 50. The first, the 2019 edition, resulted in rerouting due to an atlantic storm (the 100 was stopped altogether mid afternoon of the first day) so this was my first chance to run the whole course. Even then on the run up I was looking at the thunder forecasts and wondering if Pen Y Ffan was going to elude me again.

After a terrible journey with awful traffic I got down to Crickhowell around 6 on friday. There were a few 100 runners showing up for registration as I was putting up the sponsors banners, but I needed to get registered on the campsite so I wasn't around for the start.

Race HQ on friday night



Early saturday morning I walked down from the campsite at Llangattock, registered for the race, begged some gaffa tape from the race crew to fix one of the banners, and was ready to start at 8.

The staggered start was pretty quick with 2 crew members with SI readers and I was near the front so I got off to a good start marred only by some GPS trouble. My watch was working fine but the handheld was struggling to find satellites. Normally I switch it on ten minutes before the start, but on this occasion I'd been sat under a tree so probably couldn't get a signal. I chatted with a few people on the way out of the town and then as we started to climb steeply I matched pace with a woman called Maria. We got chatting for a while and it wasn't until we were nearing the top of Tabletop that I started to pull ahead. Tabletop was fairly clear, just a little bit of cloud.

Last time out I'd fallen twice on the wet grass on the Tabletop descent. This time with a better choice of shoes I ripped into the descent fairly willingly and soon got out onto the lanes towards Waun Fach. Crossing the main road I headed out into the fields and then the bracken. The bracken has gone berserk this year. One of race crew works for the national park and said later that they just can't keep it back. The track passing by Mynydd Llangorse was head high in places and I was reduced to a walk to push through it.

Bracken with the top of Mynydd Llangorse visible. Sort of.




At the road crossing at Bwlch there were a couple of guys ahead of me. The GPX trace on this section is a bit sketchy, a path has been rerouted around a house and doesn't appear on the map or the GPX. I passed the path that I took last time but the two guys in front carried on down a path I hadn't noticed before. Not being certain that my route was right I followed them and soon caught them up as they were backtracking. We all backtracked 50m or so to the route I knew (picking up another runner along the way) and got going again, soon reaching CP1 at Llangynidr.

A quick refill of water, a couple of packets of crisps and out along the canal, passing a group of cheering supporters which really helped me along.

At the point where the inbound and outbound diverge I second guessed myself a bit, conferred with another runner and kept going along the canal. Once we left the towpath and started climbing up the fields I got my confidence back and cracked on to Tal y Bont res, then started the steady climb up Waun Rydd.

Waun Rydd was less godawful than last time I was up there (when the buffeting knocked me off my feet) but still cold and wet. I didn't stop for waterproofs this time figuring I'd be over and back down into the warm valley bottom pretty quick. A buff and gloves did the job. Someone later commented that I must have come down quickly because I made up a lot of time on them, I was certainly enjoying the descent.

Waun Rydd. Possibly Llyn Rydd would be more accurate.



CP2, water, crisps, happy cheerful crew, and on towards Brecon. Through Brecon and onto the tracks and lanes. At this point I picked up a UD body bottle that someone must have dropped. Knowing UD is popular with ultra runners I figured it would be one of the competitors. I finally remembered to drop it off with the crew at Crickhowell if anyone reading this wants it back.

A brief chat with the guys who'd been ahead of me up the lanes and up through what I later heard is referred to as the 'gully of doom'. The tracks up to CP3 are narrow, rocky and heavily overgrown with spiky undergrowth. Thankfully this time I had altras on so my feet had some protection at least.

A quick chat at CP3 and on up Y Gribyn. I'd been apprehensive about this section - I wasn't sure what the terrain was like but actually it was steady away, although a tough-ish climb at this stage in the race. The last scrambly ascent onto the top of Gribyn was the occasion for more very heavy rain. A passing walker asked how far the nearest road was.

Y Gribyn and Pen Y Ffan



At the top my GPS started misbehaving, costing me a couple of minutes to reload the track as I walked down to the col. I stopped for a pee before climbing up Pen y Ffan and at this point met someone whose name I never caught but deduce to have been David, since he finished immediately ahead of me after we'd run together for a while.

Me at the top
Selfies on Pen y Ffan and then down the ridge, passed at one point by a guy with very good form on the rough ground, reminding me to pick up my pace. The ridge was actually the most exposure I'd seen all day, but familiar feeling enough to not worry me. The photographer at the top of the steps told me I was running about 5th which gave me an extra boost (although I wasn't sure I believed him) and I let my inner fell runner loose on the way down.

Following the ridge down



Nice flat easy forestry track gave me chance to maintain a good pace, and I caught up with the runner in front just as we reached CP4. We stuck together through the bogs and along the ridge and had a great chat about all things running, which made this stage fly by. As we dropped off Tor y Foel we passed through a farmyard with some rather grumpy collies who tricked me a few minutes later.

From the top of Tor Y Foel




Reaching the towpath David(?) took his leave and took off into the distance. I heard the sounds of collies barking and thought someone was close behind, so I tried to do the same. Completely wrong as it turned out - I had a 30 minute lead on the next people behind me.

From here I was flagging a bit. Run 500m, walk 100. Run a bit, walk a bit. Eat the last of the mash. Run a bit, walk a bit. Pushing the pace along in case someone came up behind. Lots of boats looking for a mooring for the night, and so was I.

I finally ran through Crickhowell and into the school within daylight, which was a massive plus after last time. Followed by massive hypoglycaemic shakes, very kindly fixed by a member of the race crew with a cup of tea and a cheese and onion pasty. 

While I was sitting putting myself back together, Matt Tomlinson came in looking like he'd just walked in from the car. He'd done double my distance in slightly less than double my time, over harder terrain and still looked like he could carry on. Amazing running. I was over the moon with 5th in the 50, I'm generally much further down the ranking than that.




In spite of the Beacons weather and the unbelievable chafing I suffered during the day (the shower was purgatory) it was one of the most enjoyable races I've had. Everyone involved was supportive and friendly, the scenery is stunning (when you can see it for the rain) and the climbs are good and challenging. 

Veggie fry up at the Lakeside cafe, Llandrindod Wells
















Massive thanks to the Up Hill Down Dale crew, the locals who cheered us on and of course our Runfurther sponsors: TentmealsUltimate DirectionIceBugInjinjiMountain Fuel and Romney Mint cake






Ouch.



Tuesday 3 August 2021

Pointy sticks and moving slow


 Recent conversations with a friend have reopened a world that has been a recurring theme throughout my life, and one that I've neglected a little in the last couple of years. It also led me to think again about why I gave up archery and what I lost when I gave it up.

My introduction to the bendy stick was via target shooting, and the meditative focus that gave me. Over time running gave me more of that focus and better, and I moved to field archery. For a few years my weekends were 'a day in the woods with a bow and a day of running on the hills'.

I finally abandoned archery when the club I'd been a member of changed into something I could no longer tolerate. The last straw was the arrival in the woods of a catering grade gas hotplate to enable the mass production of fried sandwiches. I quit in frustration and disgust that the universal human approach to 'improving' something is to destroy it and build something else there instead.

My archery days were almost always solo, occasionally with one of a small number of people who got what I was about. I'd spend the whole day doing circuits of the 26 acre course, moving to each target in turn. I'd look for edibles in the woods, watch the kites overhead and the deer grazing. Often I'd have to stop and look for lost arrows. Occasionally I'd be sitting in the woods and see a stoat or (once) a weasel. Often I'd be there until and after dark, even in summer.

It was often frustrating, I'd break and lose arrows all the time (I'm a crappy shot). But I still got something out of it that I never got back.  The point was it was slow. I'd be several minutes at each target, then more time looking for arrows. Looking for arrows meant poking around the undergrowth, clambering under trees away from the path, looking closely at the ground.

For someone who runs as much and as far as I do, slowing down isn't always easy. Archery used to force me to do it, now I need to do it more consciously. 

Saturday 26 June 2021

Abraham's Tea Round

I've never really done all that much in the Lakes, for complicated reasons. I've intended to build a bit of Lakes knowledge and experience this summer, so with annual leave left to use up I made some time to go on a quick excursion. The Tea Round looked like a good way to gain some local knowledge by using someone else's suggested route, so I grabbed the GPX file from George Fisher's, got my kit together, booked an overnight pitch at Thirlspot Farm campsite and headed up.


Not being massively confident of the geography, I deliberately chose the day that MWIS said would be the nicest, to avoid cloud on the tops. That had a slight side effect, it was bloody boiling most of the day.

I parked up in Keswick at 7:20 after a 6am start, some breakfast and coffee and a short drive. I was outside Geo. Fisher's and ready to go at about 7:40. A quick photo, fiddle with the handheld gps, start the watch and off we go.

There were a number of early morning 'pre work' runners around on the run out along the beck, and a few early walkers as I climbed up Catbells. It was nice and fresh for this part of the run, and very clear.
 


Dropping down into the Newlands Valley I headed up towards Robinson. This was steady going after the initial steep climb up onto the ridge, before dropping down the RoW along the fence line to the right into Buttermere. This descent isn't much fun, it's steep and involves picking your way. It was very sheltered, starting to get warm and there were horse flies trying to drink my blood. I was glad to get down to the lakeside, although the road was busy-ish, and got more so as I neared the car park.

Along the lakeside path, then up the clear path before leaving it for a lightly trodden route up High Stile. Contouring under a crag on a sheep trod then up a dry-ish stream bed to a stile, then soon after joining a more distinct path. I was starting to feel the ascent a little and wondering if I really had 4000m in my legs, this soon after the Pennine Barrier (and I didn't exactly stop and rest after that either). But I was fine for the moment, so on and up to the top of High Stile then on to Red Pike. Red Pike was heaving with people (it was lunchtime) and I rolled rapidly on to the right, down the nasty scree then the rocky steps to the tarn.
 


Then more (and more) rocky steps down to Buttermere, and into the village. The village was also packed. I'd tentatively decided to buy some water and crisps here, but it was just too busy and I thought (wrongly) that I had plenty of water left.

The next section up Whiteless Pike I was starting to feel a bit better. I passed a woman who seemed to be making good going of the climb, but as I was running the flats I slowly pulled ahead. I saw her a couple of times later I think.

From Whiteless Pike the route goes over Hobcarton Crag, and up to Grizedale Pike. Coming back the same way, I realised that the route went up the craggy slope of Eel Crag. Arse. 


Pushing my way up the scree and rocks, I think the same walker I'd passed earlier was just behind me. Once I got clear of the crag and ran on to Crag Hill I thought the worst was done. Maybe it would all be wide clear paths and slogging up hills for the rest of the day.

Oh dear no.

The descent onto Sail was OK, and the zig-zagging paths on the other side, but then came Scar Crags and Causey Pike. Clambering up and down, up and down. Causey Pike led to an outbreak of swearing until I spotted the route off. The narrow sheep trod onto Rowling End was tough to run on, just because it was narrow and overgrown.

Coming back, I initially thought the route would follow the clear path off to the right. Nope, that goes much too far down Stoneycroft Ghyll. The GPX route involved climbing halfway back up Causey Pike before taking a vague sheep trod off to the right. The descent is moderately steep heather bashing, no sign of a path that I could see. The path up the other side of the beck is clearly visible though, and as it got closer there was a dry stream bed to follow.

The last climb up to Barrow was the point where I ran out of water. I was already a very little bit dehydrated, and didn't think it mattered with only 8km to go, but it was very warm.


Running down from Barrow to the main road, then along the side of the A591 for a couple of km I was getting drier and more baked. Through Portinscale, and a kindly bloke in a van filled up my bottle with orange and water which made the remainder of the run a lot more bearable. I charged back through the square in Keswick and reached the end point just 6 minutes short of ten hours. About half an hour slower than I'd aimed for, but that was probably attributable to dehydration (when I went to the loo in Rheged a couple of hours later I realised just how dehydrated I was).
 


90 minutes of guzzling water, fish and chips, coffee and crisps and I was about ready to head off. Except that my thighs were completely knackered. After a very slow and gruelling drive home, including several leg stretching stops, I now have a new rule: more than 2000m of ascent and more than an hour from home, and I book a campsite.

As a long-ish route to get to know some of the local geography it was absolutely perfect, and I had a good day for it. I definitely need more Lakes running for the ascent training though.
 
 
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Kit list:
 
  • Montane gecko VP12
  • Raidlight performer top
  • Omm flash 0.5 shorts
  • drymax socks
  • Altra King MT 2.0 running shoes
  • Montane coda hat
  • buffs (2)
  • 2 squeezy snackers of instant mash/tartex/walnut oil mix
  • 2 500ml montane water bottles
  • 2l platypus
  • exped drysack containing:
    • Inov8 AT/C thermoshell
    • montane minimus smock waterproof
    • regatta waterproof trousers
    • SOL emergency survival bag
  • OL4 OS map (waterproof)
  • silva ranger compass
  • Garmin 20x handheld GPS
  • Suunto Ambit 3 peak
  • Samsung xcover 4 rugged phone
  • Goodr sunglasses
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