Thursday, 26 November 2015


Mikk's 30/30/30

Missioning ~ (Mish-un-in)
To go out, on a Mission or adventure. Mucking about in the Hills. Usually self propelled, by foot or pushbike.
Origin ~ Mikk
Synonyms ~ Fun

After bigging it up, my trusty mju lets me down

Mikk's mission- To celebrate his 30th year was; a 30k trail/fell run, a 30k road bike ride and a 30k mountain bike ride. A proper mission.
Mikk Kindly invited me along to share in the celebrations. Not being a banana powered 'machine', I opted to just tag along on the run.
The route for the run was planned by Glen. Glen is at the elite end of the fell running scale, although  he would  probably never use the E word to describe himself, a solo Bob Graham and being able to run Simon Fellmonkey ragged, says he is.
I really am not worthy to run with these Two and proved so, by bonking at about 20k. Fortunately this didn't prevent Mikk from completing his mission(Respect). It certainly didn't stop me enjoying myself.

Happy 30th Mikk ans a big thank you, to you and Glen for the guided tour of the Eastern Peak District.

My first visit to the Ox stones


Mikk readies the Banana bike.

Friday, 6 November 2015

Moto G.O.A.T

The child's toys and the old man's reasons 
are the fruits of the two seasons

Vid owned by Dorna 
It is safe to follow the link to you tube 

Quote stolen from- Billy Blake

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Raking it in

 Jack's Rake
A busy morning around Pavey Ark. Wildcampers, a border terrier, paragliders, a heron, a filmaker and a ...? fell shuffler
Paraglider, moon, heron:
Heron, if you zoom in to the islet,  you might just be able to see a grey pixel

Stickle Tarn 

Obligatory shoe selfie

Goodbye Great Langdale, x

Saturday, 24 October 2015

Proper Bow

Bowfell, at last

Unfinished business. I missed out on visiting Bowfell, twice this year. First at the Rab mini mm. This was a score course and I ran out of time. A month later at the GL3Day , the bad weather course missed out Bowfell.
Time to put things right.

Not a bad view to wake up to

Photo by Mark F

Heading up The Band, I bumped into Mark. Mark had been on the F.R.A navigation course and stopped over for a bit of extra practice. 
Thanks for the photos m8 and your company.

Photo by Mark F

Wednesday, 7 October 2015


Dropping off Great End towards control 3

The 61st Lake District Mountain Trial
Borrowdale 13.9.15

Trial!.... That was more like purgatory. Only joking, the 2015 Lake District Mountain Trial (LDMT) was one of the hardest but most enjoyable events, that I have done and that was just the Medium Trial. Massive respect to those doing the Classic(long) Trial.

 Usually the LDMT falls too close to the Rab Mountain Marathon for me to enter. My legs are not strong enough to do two big events so close together. No Rab MM for me this year, meant I had the chance to enter this classic. Silver linings and all that.
 Disappointment at missing the Rab MM, was well and truly blown out of my mind, up on Rossthwaite Fell and Glaramara. This was not a consolation race. It was the 'dogs danglies'

On the way to control 2

This is how The 2015 LDMT happened, from inside my head.
A relatively relaxed start. I drove up the night before stopping at The Caledonia Guest House in Penrith. Like I said relatively relaxed. No early morning start and long drive, just the usual sleepless night of pre race excitement and self doubt.

Start line butterflys are tamed, slightly, by chatting to Adam (Adams Race report). The butterflys had been well and truly radged up by looking at the entry list. It's a who's who of fell running ledgends; Nicki Spinks, Joss Naylor, Wendy Dodds, Steve Birkinshaw, Helene Whitaker, Rhys Findlay-Robinson.
I really am 'not worthy'.

The butterflys are released as I dib at the start-line and run towards Stonethwaite. Friendly Marshals, marshal us across the road and issue us with pre marked maps.
Up on to the fells and into the clag. A steep and slipery path leads me to my first navigational error. Apart from time stood still, checking where I went wrong, it doesn't loose me much time. It is still annoying and unnerving.
A few of us concertina together. In spite of starting at timed intervals, the clag and confusing ground cause us to bunch up. Slowing or stopping to concentrate on map and compass, lets later starters catch up. Some converging from unexpected  directions (at least I am not the only one taking the scenic line).
After a few false hopes, the Crag Foot, of control #1, looms out of the miasma. That's better. It always feels good, to get the first one. The butterflys can now go back into hibernation, till the next start-line.

A fellow LDMTer 

The nav for control #2, Boulder at the bottom of Allan Crags Ghyll, is much easier, especially as the clag has lifted. The low cloud is clearing but there is still just enough to add a little drama to the views.
Steep and tricky underfoot, the descent to the valley floor means one thing. The only way is up.
 A short but steep climb up to Esk Hause

Half way up to Esk Hause
Looking back down Langstrath
On the Esk hause path, a small herd of grinning fellrunners come hurtling downhill towards me. At first I think they are LDMTers. It turns out to be Jim and friends Running every day in 2015 for Parkinsons uk. Good on ya Jim!

Still on the path, I chat to the lady above. I mention that most events I do are score courses, as opposed to line courses like the LDMT. She says that "Line courses can be less stressful, because you are not clock watching, so you can enjoy the day more". Which makes me smile. I think that is a great way to look at things.

My legs are tired, my back hurts and so does my brain. All I want to do is sit down, somewhere comfy, have a nice cuppa tea and to plan the rest of my route properly. Failing that, give up and go home.
 I tell myself to 'stop being mardy'. I am almost at control #3 out of 6, nearly half way. Turning back wont be much less painful than carrying on. Wrong! My foot slips between two rocks. The rocks are much harder than my shin. Ouch!.

'Woo hoo!' I make a good route choice to control #3 Tarn, just below Great End. A lovelly spot with beautiful views across The Corridor Route towards Great Gable. Wow!

Happy again. Down and up again. Down to Styhead Pass and up towards the col, between Great Gable and Green Gable.
Bad route choice/Nav error two. Maybe I was enjoying, running down the scree, too much or maybe I am just a muppet. The result is, instead of following the Mosses Trodd, round to contro #4 Innominal Tarn. I do a down and up. Wasting both time and precious energy. When I realise my error, half way down Brown Tongue, I am annoyed with myself. A bit fed up but resigned to my fate. 'Ho hum'. I plod on stoically. Steve Birkinshaw  passes me, on the way up Loft Beck. He hasn't made an error, he is on a different course(the long/classic).

Control #5 is a straightforward, one and a half k shuffle. Friendly marshals take my race number and offer words of encouragement. From here it is all downhill to control #6 and the finish. Normally. I love descending but tired legs take some of the fun out of it. It doesn't matter, I am on the 'run in' now. As always the run in seems to take forever.

At last the finish line. All finishers are treated to live commentary. I am too kippered, to take in what the man on the mike says. I am just glad to stop running.
I have now stopped running but can't stop grinning. I am not the only one. There are lots of happy faces.

Checking the finishing positions, this may have been one of my worst results, but it has been one one of the most enjoyable events, that I have done.
This has been my first LDMT, I am sure it wont be my last.

 A very big thank you to all who made the 2015 LDMT happen. A true classic

Thursday, 24 September 2015


Stolen from Katherine Hayman @

Friday, 14 August 2015

Shoe selfys

The landscape artists of ancient China, would often put a tiny Daoist master or a Confucian scholar in their paintings, to show perspective and the insignificance of us humans.

If they had 21st century technology, they would have used, the shoe selfy.

Cowboys favourite; a fat calf

Peregrines in the Canaries 

Pickering Tor PBs


steady on



How contrived

Wave harriers.. Without any waves or harriers

My favourite