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RAB Mountain Marathon 2011

Thursday, September 29th, 2011

It's unusual to find a mountain marathon in North Wales, as apparently it can be hard to gain the necessary permissions. So we were rather looking forward to this year's RAB, starting and finishing in Bethesda and heading into the heart of the Carneddau. Even the ominous weather forecast didn't put us off too much.

The format of the event is time limited, with 6 hours on Saturday, 5 on Sunday (an extra hour per day for the Elite class), to pick up as many points as possible. Controls scored anything between 5 and 50 points, with most of the big ones being a long way away; points are deducted for being late. The master maps displayed in the event centre contained rather too many out-of-bounds areas for my liking, too often this leads to limited route choice.

The strong Friday night winds in the campsite (school football pitch) didn't bode well, and the next morning it was raining for good measure and views of the hills were non-existent. We were raring to go!

A quick glance at the map as we crossed the start line and marked up the control list gave a number of options, but the one that stood out headed up onto the high tops for some high scoring controls, with various options available near the mid camp depending on how well we were going.

Heading south east towards the lower slopes of Carnedd Llywelyn we were soon faced with our first big decision, whether or not to take on a 350m climb to the north ridge of Carnedd Dafydd for an extra 40 points before losing all that height again, or just to contour up the valley to the next control. What the hell, might as well go for it. It turned out less hideous than it looked, and only added around 50 minutes, so probably a good move. From here we lost all the height we had worked so hard for, with the next control down in the valley bottom. A group of people were looking too hight and by the wrong stream, but we went straight there by following the right stream throughout. As we left, one of them spotted us and made for the checkpoint – one person then stood by it and whistled loudly and waved to her partner on the other side of the valley, so giving the location away to everyone within a mile or two!

We now followed the main ridge northwards, with detours off each side to collect controls, and as we had plenty of time spare managed to add in an extra dog-leg for 20 more points near the end. Finished in 5 hours 50 minutes, timing it well (despite both forgetting to note exactly what time we started!) with 10 minutes to spare, not enough to have added any extra controls, so we were pleased. 255 points, 39th out of 300 overnight, though that fell to 44th after they'd adjusted other teams' points due to two missing controls.

The weather had gradually improved all day, with rain turning to showers before stopping, and cloud gradually lifting to give a fine sunny evening. The overnight camp was excellent, in fields at the edge of the open fells above Abergwyngregyn – lots of space, so easy to find a pitch, and plenty of soft vegetation to make for a relatively comfortable sleep.

The next day we were greeted by continuing sun, and were soon off. Again, one route suggested itself immediately – unfortunately this was pretty similar to Saturday's route, visiting many of the same controls and following the same ridge. As it turned out, probably due to the improved weather, it all seemed very different.

A steep slog up the hill at least had the benefit of getting us onto the tops as soon as possible. After revisiting two of the last controls from the day before, we dropped over a col to another of Saturday's sites, but from here we contoured round the side of the ridge rather than going over the top. This leg was potentially confusing in mist, luckily it was clear, and as we approached we saw the usual group of people clustered round the control, showing everyone else where it was (for once I was pleased!). Another short climb back to the ridge was followed by some more contouring for a 40-pointer. We were wondering whether to go straight on or right after this, but everyone else headed left, so I checked the map and found an extra easy control hidden over the fold – so we duly followed them leftwards.

We were now thinking of options for the finish. An extra 15-pointer involved 150m ascent so we ruled that out, but there were 3 5-point controls near the end, I reckoned we'd probably get them all with 10 minutes to spare. Carmen didn't believe me, and was right, we got one of them and sprinted in with just 7 minutes left.

210 points, 42nd on the day, so pretty consistent, and pulling us up to 41st overall out of 300. Very pleasing, given that we've done very little preparation this year and I had a knee op in January.

Alan K was the other club representative, running solo. After a disappointing Saturday he pulled the stops out on Sunday (scoring the same points as the day before) to finish 134th.

An excellent weekend, in an interesting and unusual area. Next, an appointment with the OMM…

 

Results

Photos

Route Day 1

Route Day 2

Phew What a Scorcher!

Wednesday, July 6th, 2011

At last, a weekend of warm dry weather, perfect for climbing or a nice walk in the hills. So of course we were doing the Saunders Lakeland Mountain Marathon, 2 days of running up and down hills carrying camping gear. This year we started at Chapel Stile in Langdale, and headed for an overnight camp at Steel End Farm near Thirlmere. YAC was represented by Carmen and me doing the Bowfell (all the courses are named after hills); Alan and Peter doing Carrock Fell; and Graeme and non-YAC Will on Kirkfell.

This year's courses were tougher than usual, so everyone suffered. Ours went northwards over the hill and into Easedale, before heading north west into Langstrath. Here we had the first major route choice of the weekend – contour round Langstrath or go down to the valley bottom and up the other side. We opted for the latter, with hindsight (and a view of the planner's recommend routed) we should have gone for the former, but I don't think we lost more than about 10 minutes on a 2-hour leg. A traverse of the Glaramara ridge was followed by the usual Saunders sadistic descent to the valley floor and straight up the other side, then finally a circuit of Ullscarf before a tricky steep and rocky descent to the last control and the finish – 7 hours and 44 seconds. We felt we'd done just about as well as we could given our fitness levels, and were pleased to be lying 14th out of 58. Alan and Peter arrived an hour or so later, 41st out of 104. Unfortunately Will had sprained an ankle so he and Graeme hobbled slowly home and couldn't continue on Sunday, but still managing to finish a creditable 39th on day 1 – without the injury they'd have been looking at a possible podium finish.

The next day we were expecting things to be a bit easier, Sunday usually being an hour or more shorter than Saturday. More fool us.

The route started up Dunmail Raise before heading back west via Easedale to Langstrath again, via an endless switchback of descents and reascents. A misjudged traverse (too high) round Bowfell slowed us as we picked a way through broken crags, after that exhaustion set in. A steep grassy scramble up the NW ridge of Kettle Crag (no, I hadn't heard of it either) led to another climb onto Lingmoor Fell for the sting in the tail, some orienteering-style micro-navigation to find a re-entrant in a bank of re-entrants, and a knoll in a field of knolls. We finally crawled across the finish line some 7 hours 48 minutes after starting. 22nd on the day, and 19th overall, but the most telling statistic is that there were only 29 finishers out of 58 starters! Peter and Alan appeared an hour or so later, with a final position of 48th out of 106 (61 finishers).

Another great weekend, though the hardest event I've done for a long time.

A few photos here – not many as I was too hot and bothered to take my camera out!

Our routes:
Day 1, 17 miles and 1900m ascent
Day 2, 16 miles and 2000m ascent

Full results here and more details of the SLMM here.

Clearing the cobwebs

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010

xOff to the Macclesfield Forest for the last in the series of three 3-hour score events that make up the RAB Mini Mountain Marathon league. It was supposed to be in January, and then it was supposed to be in February, but each time it was cancelled at the last minute due to snow blocking the approach roads. And it very nearly didn't happen for us again, as Carmen is in the middle of a stinky cold and was up half the night coughing. But she somehow hauled herself out of bed at stupid o'clock, and a few hours later we were off.

The weather was glorious – cold (ice on the reservoirs) but sunny, without a cloud in the sky and not a breath of wind. We were a bit more conservative in our route choice than usual as we weren't sure how much energy Carmen would have, but we needn't have worried, she was as fast as ever. We eventually finished with 15 minutes to spare – could have gone for those extra controls after all! 240 points was good enough for 2nd on the day in the mixed vets class (out of only 7 starters). Whether this is good enough to win the league remains to be seen (we were leading after the first 2 events, but were pipped at the post last year and finished 2nd).

Clearing the cobwebs

Sunday, November 8th, 2009

Last Sunday was forecast to be very very wet and very very windy, with low cloud and poor visibility – so perfect conditions for a run round Kinder! It was round 1 of the RAB Mini-Mountain-Marathon series – a set of three 3-hour score events in the Peak District. Two years ago, when there were hardly any entries (it was the first year it was held), we managed to win the mixed pairs class. Last year we came a close second. This year I am officially an old git, and so we were promoted to the 'mixed veterans' class – usually more competitive as many fell runners seem to improve into their 40s and even 50s (so there's hope for me yet).

The drive down took ages due to heavy rain – spray on the M1, and floods on the back roads. But this gave us the advantage of a late start – the weather didn't take too long to improve, and the last 2 hours of the race were dry and even sunny at times.

I was tired after the previous weekend's OMM, and Carmen was still under the weather after a 2-week bout of girl-flu, so we couldn't go too fast. We started to the south of Edale with a steady climb up the hill, and a long run along Lord's Seat. Wet and windy, but on footpaths so no navigation to worry about. By the time we turned off the path to contour across the moors above Upper Booth and Jacob's Ladder, the rain was easing, and the cloud lifting.

After a control near Edale Cross we decided to play it safe, and rather than detour to Kinder Low for another 20-pointer, headed back towards Crowden Clough in dry weather but strengthening winds. Things went temporarily wrong when we reached the Pennine Way about 200m further east than expected, and faced a tiring fight back to the control, directly into the wind. But after this, we just had to follow the PW back to Edale, and made it with 3 minutes to spare.

175 points – could have been 185 with a slightly better route choice near the end, but still pretty good. It put us 32nd overall (out of 122), but more importantly, 1st out of 10 in our class. Which was nice 🙂

The next round is on 6th December, starting in Hayfield. Still a few places left if anyone fancies joining us! But don't wait too long, the last event filled up quickly.

Full results, routes, etc are here.

Tussocks tussocks everywhere…

Friday, November 6th, 2009

We always did like a challenge so on the back of several years of running I felt reasonably confident about it all, and Graeme Shaw is a bit of a mountain goat anyway so reckoned we'd be ok. Well we were lucky to camp in the dry after a 4 hour drive to Wales on Friday night after work where we had a good meal and a beer, so when we got up on Sat morning for our bus ride to the start we could afford to feel reasonably positive. Remember to bring separate tents and bags and gear for this as you will want your rucksacks to be tightly and lightly packed with all other stuff; food, headtorches, cooking utensils, lightweight tent, energy regime, sleeping bag and mats and extra clothing, water proofs and gadgets.

The start was quite exciting with queues and klaxons sounding as we watched teams head off into the murk. We were nicely sheltered and warm and well hydrated, things were looking good. Finally it was our turn at the relatively benign time of 11.40 and we were off. Graeme's knees were a little poor from over training and possibly a touch of tendonitis so we took it easy and it was thoroughly enjoyable, you can't help but get caught up a bit in it all, after all it is a race. Our clothes bore the brunt of early squalls and strong buffeting winds but we were more than happy.

Unfortunately as the route wore on, us being on the C class half marathon per day event, we struggled quite badly from a poor route choice borne out of a hasty decision and then compounded by going for a checkpoint that turned out to be further than we thought and through a deep valley when we could have skirted round the top on a path! Under such circumstances our general fitness and positiveness helped us through but then we missed a checkpoint that we didn't think we'd got to just yet and had to go back and fetch it. This was followed by me falling into a bog up to my chest in driving rain. The balance of warmth, comfort and positivity can be upset by such factors but as a testament to our tenaciousness, despite it being touch and go for a while, we bore the brunt of increasingly bad weather and appalling terrain as it became knee deep bog for 3 to 4 miles.

Thankfully we finally reached the campsite a little the worse for wear but essentially with our spare gear remaining dry. Once in the tent we ate our sardines with pasta or noodles, drank litres of sugary tea and generally warmed up and dried ourselves out, i.e., wet baselayers dried in the sleeping bag overnight and we both had a good night's sleep.

Sunday we made no mistakes of course, once bitten twice shy and we couldn't sustain making it harder than it needed to be again. Graeme's knees were getting worse, and a cold he had started with became poorer too. We could only walk the second day but the weather was lovely and it was a joy to be on the hills with the wind at our backs and the end in mind and eventually in sight. Despite dramas and mistakes we learnt enough to have another go next year, and next time we might not get carried away by the 'feel good factor'. I think we came 197 out of 267 pairs, but we probably would have settled for just finishing.

Don't by any means let our exploits put you off, if you're reasonably fit and half decent with a compass it really is a lovely w/e away in the hills. We had soup and tea waiting for us on finishing and once the buses had collected us, albeit a long hour's wait but thankfully in the sunshine, a lovely meal provided at the end. There are several events other than the one we did, four routes of varying distance, C class being the easiest and B, A and Elite the hardest, followed by orienteering score events of three difficulties. For all classes it was about £45 each to enter. There have been other entrants from the club over several years and they are clearly enthused by the events, so roll on next year, it would be nice to stay fit to do it again.

Further info at:
http://www.theomm.com/index.html
and more photos here.

RAB Mountain Marathon 2009

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

The RAB Mountain Marathon this year was in the Howgills, probably my favourite area for running – steep-sided grass-covered hills, long flat valleys, and runnable almost everywhere. Since I'm now officially an old git, Carmen and I were in the Mixed Veterans class for the first time; Alan K has been an old git for several years, and was in the Male Veterans class again, running solo.

The event format is the same for all classes – you have a fixed time (6 hours on day 1, 5 on day 2 – the Elite have an extra hour each day) to accumulate as many points as possible, with controls worth between 5 and 40 points depending on difficulty and distance.

Saturday's weather was glorious. Mist in the valley bottoms to start the day, and clear blue skies above, sunny and warm but not too hot. Carmen and I spent a while working out a route, and decided to miss out a few low scorers near the start, to maximise the chances of having enough time to get to some of the more distant controls. And for once, it worked out well, and we managed to get one of the two 40-point controls and a couple of 30s, with enough spare time for a detour near the end to pick up an extra 15. We even managed to run for much of the day, normally we end up walking most of the time.

We finished the day with 7.5 minutes to spare, and 235 points – 3rd place in our class! (out of 27 starters). Only 5 points behind 2nd place, and another 5 behind 1st, and with a cushion of only 15 points above 4th, so it was all to play for. Alan meanwhile was 41st out of 83, much better than he'd expected.

The Saturday night camp was in a beautiful location, by the Cross Keys Temperance Inn near Cautley Spout. Those without scruples who'd brought some money with them queued for burger and chips at the inn, while those of us without scruples but less money made do with ice creams and/or coke before cracking open the pot noodles.

The next day also started with mist in the valleys, unfortunately we were in the valley, so it was chilly and damp. It soon cleared to give another dry day, but much cloudier than Saturday.

We tried to put the other teams out of our minds, and concentrated on finding another good route. We chose a high-risk option, heading away from the finish for the first couple of hours to collect a few high scorers, and hoping we'd be quick enough to get back within the 5 hours allowed. The outcome was still in doubt as we turned back south towards Sedbergh, and remained in doubt almost to the end, it was not until we left the penultimate control that we knew we'd finish in time and could start to relax. In the end, we had 12.5 minutes to spare.

190 points for the day, 425 overall. There followed a nervous wait for the final results…

And we'd finally done it! The overnight 1-2-3-4 had stayed the same, with 1 and 2 scoring 200, and 4 scoring 180 – our first (and probably last) mountain marathon podium finish! I'd like to thank my parents, Carmen's parents, my brother, his wife, their cats, the fishmonger in Wetherby <bursts into tears>…

Alan also had a good day, despite finishing 9 minutes late, and much to his surprise moved up to 35th, a good result.

Vital statistics:
Day 1. 33.5km, 1350m ascent, 5 hours 52 minutes 14 seconds
Day 2. 28km, 1100m ascent, 4 hours 47 minutes 31 seconds

More Photos

Saturday's route
Sunday's route

Results
Saturday splits
Sunday splits

Planetfear report

Mad Dogs and Englishmen

Tuesday, July 7th, 2009

In stark contrast to the LAMM's snow showers (was it really only 4 weeks ago?), the Saunders this year was treated to the tail end of a heatwave. Luckily it was several degrees cooler than earlier in the week, but it was still hot and humid all weekend.

Rob had pulled out injured, so YAC was represented by 3 teams: Carmen and me on the Bowfell course; Alan and Simeon on Carrock fell; and Simon and Debra on Harter Fell. The event centre was in Coniston, and the courses headed through upper Eskdale and the Duddon valley, to a mid-camp at Turner Hall Farm.

Saturday started and finished very wet, but in between was mostly dry, with just the occasional light shower to provide welcome cooling. Our course was long and interesting and took us through some seldom-visited areas. A long traverse around Wetherlam to Wrynose Pass wasd followed by a long leg towards Scafell via Great Moss, and finally a loop round the lower slopes of Harter Fell to the finish. Other than a slight miscalculation on the first control, traversing a bracken-covered boulder field instead of using the well trodden path below, we didn't make any mistakes, and finished in 6 hours 15 minutes for an unexpected 13th place.

Overnight rain soon cleared, and Sunday stayed hot and dry all day, without the cooling showers of the day before. The course took us over similar ground to the day before. We started with a control high on Harter Fell, before a descent to Hard Knott Pass and a couple of controls on the other side. Then a descent to the road below Wrynose, a never-ending 500m slog up the hill towards Swirl How, and finally a descent via Levers Water, past some of the old mine workings, and eventually back to Coniston. We didn't feel like we'd done so well today. A loss of concentration in the mist and we ended up fighting through bracken 200m below Hard Knott, instead of following a grassy path to the pass. And then the ascent of Swirl How was such hard work felt like it must have been the wrong choice – our other option being a contour to Wrynose Pass and another contour over the col to the east of Swirl How. Though checking the results for that leg, our route was actually quite good and we picked up some time here.

22nd on the day, for an overall 14th place out of 49 starters, much better than expected.

Simon & Debra finished 78th out of 124, and Alan and Simeon, er, also finished 😉

Event website here and some photos here.

Ran a LAMM A ding dong

Sunday, June 14th, 2009

This year's Lowe Alpine Mountain Marathon took place last weekend in Kintail. Several YAC members were there: Simon (jetlagged as usual) and Debra changed their minds after last year's "never again" and did the D course; Rob and Pete B tried the newly-introduced Score; James (on his first MM) with non-YACcer Chris went for C; while Carmen and I decided to put an end to 3 years of mid-table finishes on the B course, by aiming to finish 2nd-to-last in A.

Long range weather forecasts mid-week were talking about snow and gales by day, ground frosts by night, so it was with some trepidation we made our way north. Fresh snow on the Pennines by the A66 didn't bode well, nor did the torrential rain as we drove through Glencoe. But as we drew near, the clouds cleared, and we arrived in Morvich (near Shiel Bridge) on a fine evening, but cold enough to keep the midges away.

Next morning, expecting the worst, we rejected the planned shorts and T-shirts in favour of long trousers and thermal tops, but as start times approached it was still stubbornly dry. Everyone started from different places – Score from the event centre, C and D from the Cluanie Inn a few miles east, and the A from a minor road to the west.

The Elite and B classes also started to the east, so the A course was the only one to use the north and west of the map on Saturday. This meant that once the initial line of people had been spread out by different route choices and levels of fitness, we saw very few people all day, and most of those we did see were off in the distance. Our course took us over the hill and down to the end of the public road in Glen Elchaig, then a few miles up the glen before striking up the hill to the remote Corbett of Faochaig.

The next leg gave the option of a second Corbett, but we opted for the contouring option instead. The going was grassier and less steep than expected. "I thought we'd have loads of loose crags to negotiate," I said, no prizes for guessing what was round the next corner. We made it to the control fairly directly, a couple of other teams had descended 200m too far and were looking in the wrong place. So, feeling smug as we passed them slogging up the hill as we headed down, we made our way to the next control – down to the valley, over a small col, then an unnecessary wade over the river, crossing back again over a large bridge, working out we were in the wrong place, and getting to the control at the same time as the folk we'd sped past earlier. Oops.

Carmen was having problems at this point and couldn't go very fast. Or so she said, until we got to the last control when she did her normal trick of disappearing into the distance, sprinting to the finish and aiming (successfully) to overtake everyone in sight.

A great day out, mostly sunny with a few light rain showers, which fell as snow on Simon and Debra but not on us :). And a superb campsite at the end, totally midge-free, we even found a flat grassy area to pitch the tent on. All the other YACcers also reached the end several hours before dark, Rob and Pete even embarrassed themselves by lying 17th out of 90 (we were 29/36 in our class).

Reveille the next morning was at 5.15am courtesy of the traditional LAMM bagpiper, but for once it was neither pouring with rain nor alive with midges, so we could take our time over breakfast, sitting outside and enjoying the views.

We set off at 7, and on picking up our control sheet found that today was going to be two thirds the length of Saturday, but with almost as much ascent. The route as far as the 2nd control was fairly straightforward. The next control was on the far side of Sgurr nan Ceathreanhnan, a Munro, and most people followed the ridge up all the way. We took a lower route, following a couple of streams up to a corrie below the ridge, which turned out to be quite a good choice as it followed an old stalker's path for much of the way. At one point I jumped out of my skin as there was a piercing screech from a few feet below me. It was Peri a young fawn, which made itself scarce as fast as it could – I didn't realise they could make that much noise!

The summit of the Munro was in cloud, but we weren't going quite that high – instead we contoured below a subsidiary top, some 50m lower than the main summit – fortunately we'd already bagged it on a previous trip so were spared the choice between Munro-tick and speed!. We now got a good view of the next leg – right down to the valley bottom, then 650m up a ridge on the other side to the summit of Beinn Fhada. It seemed to go on forever, but only actually lasted an hour. A real Munro tick this time, but again, one we'd done already.

The next control was on a col low down on the NE ridge. Everyone else stayed high, following a scrambly ridge, before descending to the checkpoint. But we opted to descend immediately, following the normal walkers' route, and then contour round to the control. Based on other teams, I think our route was slightly quicker, but there wasn't a lot in it. It might have been a different matter if it was raining as the summit ridge of Beinn Fhada is notoriously slippery in the wet, but it was wall-to-wall sunshine for most of the day.

From here it was a quick descent down vertical bracken, then a run for a couple of miles along a track and a road to the finish. Unusually, we did better on the second day than the first, finishing 21st on the day, and 23rd overall so we were rather pleased. The other YACcers all did well too, though Rob and Pete failed in their bid to drop to 50th place.

A fantastic area, with perfect weather, and excellent courses. It was even fun at the time, not just in retrospect as it often is! The only thing wrong with it was the weather forecast, which (luckily) was well wide of the mark – though it was provided by David Braine of the BBC so maybe we shouldn't be too surprised 😉

Event details here, and photos here.

GL3D Lakeland Challenge

Thursday, May 7th, 2009

The Great Lakeland 3 Day is a three-day run in the hills, covering a total of about 80 miles and a squillion feet of ascent. After 2 previous attempts (one successful, the other less so), we were back for our third go.

This year we started in Braithwaite near Keswick. After an excellent Last Meal in the Middle Ruddings Inn on Friday evening, we were up bright and early the next morning, raring to go. Ahem.

After a gentle start along a pleasant footpath, it was uphill all the way via Grisedale Pike to the first control on Hopegill Head. We rejected the undulating ridge of Whiteside due to its extra ascent and instead headed steeply downhill into the valley – possibly a mistake as we ended up wading through thick heather, but with a bit more luck/judgement we'd have found a grassy way down. This took us eventually to the second control, north of Crummock Water.

Next up the rarely visited valley of Mosedale to what looked from a quick glance at the map like a small hill, Hen Comb. Appearances can be deceptive, despite its modest 509m height, it was a long way up!

From here, a long rising traverse took us to the High Stile ridge, and a control on High Crag from where we had good views of climbers on Grey Crag – in the sun and out of the cold wind it looked like an excellent crag choice. A nice scree run into Ennerdale (not yet run out as hardly anyone goes this way) led us towards the next control on Steeple on the other side. Most people apparently followed a forestry track to pick up a footpath at the foot of the north ridge. But the map we were using didn't have the footpath marked, so we attempted to traverse up by the edge of the forestry plantation to climb onto the ridge from near Mirk Cove on its eastern flank. I say 'attempted', as we managed to miss the edge of the forest and ended up fighting through dense conifers for a couple of hundred interminable metres. Despite this, I think it was a good route choice – but could have been a lot better with more care! The corrie itself was an impressive place, and would repay a longer visit, there looked to be some good scrambling possibilities.

The rest of the day was relatively uneventful, with a final slog up Seatallan before a descent down the beautiful valley by Nether Beck to an idyllic camping spot in a field on the shores of Wastwater. A splendid sunny day, despite the cold wind at times, and with beer available courtesy of Joe, plus the luxury of a few spare hours before sunset, a perfect end to the day.

A rainy night followed, and so we were expecting a damp day to follow, but the next morning the rain stopped, the clouds thinned, and the sun appeared.

No gentle start today, with the first control on the summit of Yewbarrow, 550m above us. From here, we followed the ridge up and along to Pillar for control number 2, accompanied by patchy sunshine, a bitterly cold wind, and occasional hail showers.

The next control was a loooong way away, on the summit of Great End. But at least we had the luxury of a relatively flat few miles as we traversed round the side of Kirk Fell, followed by the climbers' traverse past Napes Needle on Great Gable – a few hardy climbers were out despite the cold wind. The flat section ended abruptly at Esk Hause, with a steep 450m ascent up The Band ridge on Great End. For some reason hardly anyone ever goes up this way, and there was not much path to speak of, but in different circumstances it would make a fine way to the top.

From the summit we had a good view of some heavy hail falling over Glaramara, where we were headed next – for once it paid to be fairly slow, the hail had disappeared by the time we arrived. As indeed had the control marker – we spent a good 20 minutes looking for it until 2 others arrived and confirmed that it wasn't there. Oh well, at least it gave us the chance to stop for a while 🙂

A descent across complex terrain (luckily with good visibility) into Langstrath, was followed by the day's sting in the tail, an unrelenting 550m slog up Ullscarth. We couldn't face losing too much height again after this, so rather than take the direct down-then-up route to the final control on Steel Fell, we went for a longer-but-gentler line, traversing the head of the valley around the aptly named "The Bog". All that remained was a pleasant (though knee-wrackingly steep) descent down the ridge to the campsite at Steel End.

Another fine site with the chance to chill out with some beers. But the forecast for the next day was poor, and the day expected to be long, so we were in our sleeping bags before dark.

Having been kept awake for half the night by the strengthening wind and rain, I managed of course to fall into a deep sleep moments before being woken by the alarm at 4.45am. One of the hardest parts of the day followed, namely getting out of a warm dry tent into a cold wet and windy outdoors. After a bit of packing and faffing we finally set off at 6.25.

The first control was a pig – the summit of Helvellyn – made worse by the fact that the second control was by the side of Thirlmere, just a couple of miles along the shore from our start point! The ascent was warm and muggy (or as warm and muggy as it gets at 7am) but the summit was very, very cold, so we ran down as fast as we could. 1 hour 35 minutes up, 35 minutes down again, and we were back where we started.

The next path was visible directly across the lake, but to get there we had to walk all way round the shore. At least it was flat! Which is more than can be said for the ensuing 300m ascent up increasingly boggy ground to High Tove and across the watershed to Watendlath. There followed another of those bits that look simple on the map, but turn out not to be. Mainly in this case due to loss of concentration, I thought that every minor knoll and bump on Brund Fell was the summit, but as ever it turned out to be the steep craggy bit in the distance after all.

All the while the rain continued – it hardly stopped all day – while the wind gradually grew stronger.

Next down to Rosthwaite by a good direct line; feeling pleased with myself for finding it, I then let the side down with one of those brain waves that might work well, but rarely do.

The next control was on Robinson, on the other side of Dale Head. Instead of taking the obvious steep path straight up to Dale Head, we decided instead to head for Honister Pass, and then contour up the apparently grassy hillside to the col just before Robinson. The reasoning being that the weather was pretty foul so staying as low as possible for as long as possible could only be a good thing, even though the route was quite a mile or two longer.

The first part of the plan went well, though Honister Pass looked like it had the potential to become a morgue (OMM joke). However, the hillside that the map showed as grassy turned out to be an unbroken slate slag heap, and it quickly became obvious that it would be slow or impossible to find a way across. So we headed up Dale Head anyway, and then compounded my mistake as I attempted to traverse round the top of the hill instead of going to the summit; unfortunately I'd mis-set my altimeter and we ended up trying to traverse some 50 metres too low. At least we weren't competing against anyone else, just against ourselves – if our aim was to beat other people then we'd have given in before we started!

As expected, the weather on the ridge was 'exciting', and we had to fight to make any progress at all. So as soon as we reached the summit we fled as fast as possible down to the next control being at Newlands Hause. The end now started to feel close (even though it was still 6 miles away), as the last major ascent was out the way. A long traverse on sheep tracks above Sail Beck, up-and-over Sail Pass, then a final quick pull to the summit of Outerside was followed by a gentle descent back to Braithwaite and the finish.

All in all a truly excellent weekend (though it didn't always feel that way at the time!). Thanks as ever to Joe Faulkner and everyone else involved. As we battled through the rain on Monday morning I promised myself this would be the last time. But maybe I'll keep the May Day weekend free next year, just in case…

My photos are here.
Maps of our routes:
Day 1
Day 2
Day 3

Results and GL3D details

Vital Statistics. Distances were probably slightly longer than shown, and ascent figures slightly less:
Day 1. 24 miles, 8500 feet ascent, 8 hours 40 mins
Day 2. 21 miles, 8850 feet ascent, 9 hours 57 mins
Day 3. 27 miles, 9000 feet ascent, 9 hours 50 mins

Armchair orienteering

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

With the prospect of bad weather and a poor night's sleep on the Friday night before the OMM, Rob secured us a room at Chez Julie over near Cockermouth, along with John Byrne and Pete Wright. Friday morning dawned too early for the drive over to the site. All went well until the queuing traffic at Seatoller. A quick repack of gear (more substantial tent) and we arrived at the start with 2 minutes to spare (to be honest, this is the most time we've spent at an OMM start line!).

There wasn't really a lot of route choice for us 'not so fast' teams, so we planned for some early points up above the start, then a route through the no-mans-land in middle to bag some controls on the way to the finish. Rob stormed ahead on the first hill and we both quickly realised my legs weren't up to the job this year. The first 3 controls went without too much trouble and with 90 points to our name we descended into Stonethwaite to take the quicker paths and lanes over the  valley and up to the Dalehead region to bag some more controls and head on in.

As the gradient increased, my legs slowed down once again and I was playing catch up. Once out of the valley we were confronted with the real weather of the day. Initially a tail wind to the next control, but when we turned around things became much more difficult. By this point my overtrousers had given up the ghost and with cold wet legs they started cramping up. I was moving at about the same pace as I was being pushed back by the wind, occasionally being knocked over by the gusts. Rob couldn't walk this slowly as he'd get too cold so kept up a good pace ahead, then walked back to re-group and stuff some food in. The noise of the rain on the waterproofs was immense.

The control eventually arrived and we pressed on with more of the same, finally coming to a small knoll to shelter behind. Once food was stuffed in, we made a hasty retreat down to Honister pass to get out of the weather and get a fast route into the finish. The view across the valley was amazing, as every stream was a huge white streak down the hillside.

We arrived outside the Honister slate mine cafe for a bit of shelter to find the place rammed with runners. Someone informed us the event had been cancelled, and it didn't take long to head inside to change clothes and get a brew. Luckily we bumped into Julie, who'd abandoned their course and was getting a lift back home, so we were soon in a car heading to the finish to check in, then out of the hills to chill out.

An hour or so later we were back on dry land with dry clothes, tea and biscuits thanks to Julies team mate Geoff. Occasional checks on Sleepmonsters for any event news revealed it had made News 24, and the reports that followed were astoundingly factualess. At one point it was charity fun run that had gone wrong, but however they described it there was still 100s lost and needed rescuing. The ones that had made it down and were sheltering in the slate mines cafe were preventing paying customers from using the via ferrata – how inconsiderate. It was very bizarre hearing this in the media, having been out there during the day, but all things considered this was probably the most comfortable OMM we've every done! Shame we didn’t finish it, but there’s always next year…