Posts Tagged ‘bogs’

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.

HPM Episode 2 – Attack of the Bog Monster

Thursday, January 22nd, 2009

Another Saturday, another HPM recce. This time Alan couldn't come because his house had blown down (or something like that), but Will wasn't quick enough with the excuses. We dropped Will's car off at Snake Pass and drove back to Cut Throat Bridge to do the 17 mile section in between. We were having second thoughts as we drove up towards the pass in driving rain and hail, but somehow by the time we left the car, the clouds had gone and the sun was shining.

Conditions were very different from the week before, with the ice replaced by mud, but the sunshine made it feel like Spring, and we made good progress as far as Cut Gate. I even worked out where we'd gone wrong the previous week.

After that though it all went horribly wrong. We'd been up here before, in the Grin 'n' Bear It 2007, and I had memories of bogs. But it was all so much worse than I'd remembered, and any attempt to wade led to retreat through knee-deep quagmire, followed by lengthy detours to get round the boggy bits. And it didn't relent. Every time we began to think we might be past the worst, one of us inevitably started sinking. To make matters worse, the sun had gone behind threatening clouds and a cold winds had picked up. It took us about 3 hours to do the next 5 or 6 miles, but felt like eternity, as we collectively lost the will to live. Navigation up here is going to be a nightmare in the dark.

So bad were the bogs that the 2 miles of peat hags we encountered when we finally reached Bleaklow Stones came as a blessed relief. We even managed to find a path through this area (or at least, an almost continuous channel with a few cairns, footprints, and bleached bones of previous visitors). An hour later we reached the Pennine Way, just below the Wain Stones. A unanimous decision that we couldn't be bothered to go up the hill to find the location of the checkpoint, and we all ran down the PW flagstones towards Snake Pass.

17 miles, 6 hours 10 minutes. If we get through this bit in one piece on the night then we'll almost certainly get to the end! At least the rain held off until 10 minutes after we finally started the drive home.