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Rain, train(ing) and automobiles (well, karts)

Last weekend was supposed to involve a bivi on Snowdon on Saturday night. Our thorough preparation for this entailed getting through to the caravan late on Friday and then going karting on Saturday morning. I'm pleased to report that my mad driving skillz came to the fore, and I was second out of four people. Obviously owning the Megane has taught me how to coax every last bit of speed out of a vehicle! You may think that I'd be happier with first place, but James always wins because he has a rally car, which is basically cheating.  ;)  On Friday evening I was given a head-cam by my brother as a birthday present, so we eagerly put that to good use at the karting too. Unfortunately we didn't get the angles quite right, so I ended up with 20 minutes of footage of tarmac! Nevertheless, I predict it being awesome for winter climbing, and it's a good excuse to go karting again as well. The bivi idea was abandoned in worsening weather that evening. Instead I went a bit further east and managed to sneak in a quick run on the Glyders, which were dry and cloud-free.

From Idwal Cottage I did my planned loop of the cwm, past the bottom of Devil's Kitchen, and was back at the lake outflow within 25 minutes. Figuring that this was a bit short to count as a proper run, I decided to head up the steep slope on the west of the cwm to Llyn Bochlwyd. My original intention was to head down the waterfall path back to  Ogwen, or maybe carry on up to Bwlch Tryfan if I was going well. As it happened, the weather held out and I couldn't resist heading all the way to the summit of Tryfan. I only stopped for a few seconds on the top, and then descended the west face path. It's quick, but a complete killer on the legs as it's paved and very steep. Nevertheless, I made the Tryfan ascent and descent in a further 1h20m after the Idwal loop, which I was very pleased with. Disappointingly, I managed to twist my ankle pretty badly falling over on the last step onto the paved path to Idwal Cottage, just where I was slowing up to begin my cool down. It's giving me a little bit of grief, but seems to be settling down now.

One unusual factor with this run was the presence in my bag of Gareth's phone, which has an application to track running or cycling sessions using GPS. I downloaded the resulting GPX file to my PC, and had a couple of options for analysis. If it's just map data you're after, I'm a big fan of Where's the Path? It's a website which puts OS maps and Google maps side-by-side, and allows you to plot routes, import GPX files, and view basic elevation data (see below).

Viewing a GPX route in "Where's the Path?"

Viewing a GPX route in Where's the Path?

However, I subsequently discovered Ascent, which seems to be that rarest of things – a decent GPS training analysis tool for the Mac. I've only played with it for a few minutes, but the first signs are encouraging.

Viewing a GPX route in Ascent

Viewing a GPX route in Ascent

Anyway, things went a little downhill from there – James was ill on Saturday evening and the pub trip was abandoned, and we then spent all Saturday night listening to torrential rain falling on the caravan roof. Our wet weather backup plan for Sunday was climbing, but with James poorly and my ankle playing up, we took a leisurely drive home instead. On that basis it might not sound like the most successful of weekends, but I actually had a really good time and it was good to have a proper caravan get-together again.

P.S. Sorry for the lack of photos, my camera's broken.

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Burbage к северу

Burbage North was the location for an excursion on Saturday. G kindly agreed to spend the day helping me get back into the swing of leading on rock again. We started the day on Steptoe (M), moved onto Little Plumb (Diff) and then I stepped up to Monkey Corner, Slanting Crack and Triangle Buttress Arete (all VDiffs, *). There was a lot of faffing and much deliberation about gear placements; it became clear that my problem with leading is trusting my gear, rather than a physical inability to do the moves. Anyway, I got up them all in the end without any falls, although G did provide some beta regarding gear when required. A very useful exericse, and hopefully I won't be so worried about getting back on something of similar difficulty next time I'm out.

G on Overhanging Buttress Arete (Mod, *). Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

G on Overhanging Buttress Arete (Mod, *). Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

We had a rather gear-tastic day too, finding a guidebook, a hat and five very dodgy-looking eastern European cams. We shamelessly used the guidebook instead of our own for the day (it being more detailed), and are now trying to track down some comrade willing to own up to owning the rusty, battered death-cams.

"You expect me to survive a lead fall on those dodgy Russian cams?"

"You expect me to survive a lead fall on those dodgy eastern-bloc cams?"

"No Mr. Bond, I expect you to die."

"No Mr. Bond, I expect you to die."

After spending a lot of time standing on ledges willing myself to move up a few inches, we decided some more rapid movement was required, and went for a run. We did an hour's loop from Burbage bridge down the edges to the top of Padley Gorge and then back along the top of Millstone and over Higgar Tor. I'd not been out for three weeks, so it blew the cobwebs away and reminded me I really need to step up a gear if I manage to get a place on the Nine Edges (fingers crossed).

I'm not sure ice creams are touted as a recovery food, but there was a van at Burbage bridge and it would have been rude not to oblige. Suitably cooled down, we headed home. Possibly the last dry day out for a while, the way the weather forecast looks at the moment!

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Sunny Snowdonia

I realised last week that it had been ages since I'd seen the summits of Snowdonia on a nice, clear, cloud-free day. We had a couple of days up at the caravan last week but avoided any major mountain climbing as it was just too darn hot.  On Saturday we had a nice stroll around Cwm Bychan and down through the invasive rhododendron patch above Sygun copper mine.

Snowdon and Lliwedd behind the bogs and copper mines of Cwm Bychan. Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

Snowdon and Lliwedd behind the bogs and copper mines of Cwm Bychan.Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

On Sunday we visited the RSPB Glaslyn Osprey Project.  After looking at a blurry tree through a scope for several minutes and politely telling the RSPB man that yes, I could definitely see the Ospreys' heads, I had better luck inside, where there's a massive TV relaying a live image from a camera perched above the nest. It's definitely worth a visit, but don't expect to be there for hours. After that, we did the traditional wander down the river at Beddgelert, and stopped for lunch towards the top of Aberglaslyn. As we sat there scoffing sandwiches, I spotted a juvenile otter on the opposite bank. That might not sound terribly exciting, but I think otters are pretty cool. I've seen them in the wild before on Mull, but that was on the sea shore, so it was nice to see one in a more traditional environment.

Nant Colwyn from Cwm Bychan. I ran basically along the skyline from right to left, apart from Moel Hebog at the far left. Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

Nant Colwyn from Cwm Bychan. I ran basically along the skyline from right to left, apart from Moel Hebog at the far left.Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

On Sunday afternoon I went for a run along the Nantlle Ridge from Y Garn and then over Moel Lefn and Moel yr Ogof. Just one week after LAMM I expected to be feeling some kind of payback, but it was actually very pleasant. The first climb up Y Garn is always a bit dull, but after that the distance flew by. Moel yr Ogof is always much bigger than I expect it to be, but didn't pose any major problems. I considered heading over Moel Hebog as well, but time was marching on, so I dropped from Bwlch Meillionen back to the van. A total of 8 miles in 3 hours with 750m of ascent, which I was reasonably pleased with.

On Monday we had an early start to get home in time to pack for the Bruges trip, so left the summits still clear of cloud and headed east.

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Peak Practice

I'm currently sat in the pub with about ten minutes until Ben arrives and is sure to lambast me for not keeping this blog up to date. In a desperate bid to fend off his relentless enthusiasm, I figured I'd better put up a little update about a run I did a couple of weeks ago.

In glorius sunshine, Greg, Sean and I set off from Nether Booth for a mini version of the Edale Skyline. We're all doing LAMM next weekend, so this was to be a quick training jaunt. From Hollins Cross we went around to Mam Tor, Rushup Edge, Brown Knoll, the Woolpacks and then down Grindsbrook Clough. FWIW, don't ever consider coming down Grindsbrook – it's way too rough, and I'd heartily suggest coming down from Ringing Roger instead. Injuries and the weather took their toll on our merry party; Sean had to cut back early, and I left Greg feeling the effects of the heat in Edale.

Most of the route - just follow the skyline. Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

Most of the route - just follow the skyline. Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

The route ended up being the furthest I've ever run, on or off road. At a length of about 23km, it was a good practice for a single LAMM day; I just need to double that performance next weekend, with a sack on my back! Nevertheless, I felt pretty reasonable at the end of it, despite forgetting to put my orthotics in my shoes before I set off (fool). I was also using a new pair of shoes, since my previous pair of Inov8's fell apart (they did replace them without any issues though). I got on OK with those, so everything's looking good. Stay tuned for a LAMM report early next week.

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Ras y Moelwyn route

Ras y Moelwyn takes place tomorrow, and last week I thought I'd run the route to see how my mountain fitness is progressing. At 10 miles and 2,800ft of ascent, it's the hardest run I've done yet.

The route (PDF) goes from Blaenau Ffestiniog to Tanygrisiau, and then up through Cwmorthin and Rhosydd quarries. From there, you go the long way around the old workings, which I'd never looked at up close before. They're pretty impressive and, along with the discovery of cwmorthin.co.uk, make me want to find someone who knows about caving and get them to drag me down there for a closer look! From this height onwards there were still some small snow patches hanging around, contrasting sharply with the scorching sunshine which prevailed all day.

Workings at Rhosydd quarry. Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

Workings at Rhosydd quarry. Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

From the pits it's straight up to the top of Moelwyn Mawr, down to Bwlch Stwlan (steeper and more scrambly than I remembered from last time) and then the short hop up to Moelwyn Bach. Doubling-back on yourself, you cross the dam holding the Llyn Stwlan reservoir in place (the UK's first pumped storage hydro-electric plant, fact fans) and then across some broken ground to the upper slopes of Moel yr Hydd. A knee-joltingly steep descent gets you back to Llyn Cwmorthin, and then back around to Blaenau.

Moelwyn Bach from Moelwyn Mawr. Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

Moelwyn Bach from Moelwyn Mawr. Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

I'm not going to lie, it nearly killed me. I walked the last mile or so, and didn't particularly enjoy the last three. I'm not overly worried though, as I did try to run the entire thing and my ability to run uphill is flaky at the best of times. The plan for LAMM is to walk the uphills and run the flat / downhill, which should increase my stamina somewhat. I reckon without faffing a lot for nav and stopping to administer to blisters, I could have got around in 2h 30m. Last year's finishing times for Ras y Moelwyn tail off around the two-hour mark, so I haven't entered this year for fear of trying too much, too soon. I think it's definitely worth a shot next year though…

View towards Porthmadog from Moelwyn Mawr. Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

View towards Porthmadog from Moelwyn Mawr. Copyright Haydn Williams 2010

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Fearless offroad duathlon

Photos by Frogfish Photography, available on their Flickr site.


A new experience for me on Saturday – my first duathlon. Fearless was a 5km off-road run, 18km lap of the Llandegla red MTB route, and another 5km run. Mud and sweat were both involved, along with pain and snow, but mercifully no tears.

Entering seemed like a good idea when I did it at Christmas; I was at the peak of my training and didn't own a house. Things spiralled downhill on the fitness front from mid-January, with me spending most nights doing DIY until very late and eating the least healthy diet known to man. As a result, my specific training for Fearless consisted of one jaunt to Sherwood Pines the week before. I rolled up on Sunday morning nervous but excited.

The excitement soon gave way to even more nerves as I was surrounded by a lot of people who were evidently taking it very, very seriously. Nevertheless I registered and set my stuff up in transition whilst trying to look like I knew what I was doing (everyone re-arranges their kit fifteen times, right?). My entry number was 53, so given my lack of training I arbitrarily decided that if I could finish 53rd or above, I'd be happy.

Fearless duathlon at Llandegla. Image copyright Frogfish Photography.

Fearless duathlon at Llandegla. Image copyright Frogfish Photography.

The mass start got under way on time, and everyone spread out over the first climb up a fire road. After a short steeper section we headed downhill and went properly off-road. While the fire road was mediocre, I seemed to get on much better on the uneven rooty stuff in the forest. A quick jump over a ditch led to more fire road, and the transition area after what seemed like a mercifully short run. My time, not that I knew it at that moment, was about 18 mins for the first run, which is quicker than I'd normally do 5km.

T1 went smoothly and I set off up the switchbacks at the start of the red run. The climb up to the top of the forest is always a bit of a bitch, but I managed to reel in a fair few people who were obviously struggling with the unrelenting gradient. Snow began to fall as we cleared the trees, and the next hour or so passed in a haze of holding on for dear life. I was riding Becs' hardtail Giant with undamped, elastomer-sprung Suntour forks, so while I kept up with everyone else on their posh full-sus beasts, I had to work much harder over the same ground.

Grit your teeth and hold on.  Image copyright Frogfish Photography.

Grit your teeth and hold on. Image copyright Frogfish Photography.

T2 came around just as the threat of throwing up approached – I probably pushed myself too hard on the final climb from the fire road towards the transition. The time for the bike ride was 1hr 11m – again, much faster than I'd normally do. T2 itself was a bit slow, due to the need to lace up my running shoes, but I soon got underway. This was the bit that worried me most, and sure enough we set off straight into a climb. I ended up walking for a bit and then foolishly started running just as we hit the final big climb off-road through the trees. While it felt vertical, it was probably actually only "very steep". This was by far the low point for me, especially since we then did a lap of the reservoir to pick up the first run route. Although the threat of stopping to walk was pretty great, I managed to keep up a slow jog. The field was pretty spread out by now, and I was on my own for the repeat of the rest of the first route. Down through the trees and out onto the fire road; I thought about trying to catch the two people in front of me in a desperate last-minute bid for glory, but decided that finishing in one piece would suffice. The entry paperwork said I'd "cross the line, arms aloft in muddy glory" or something similar, but I think my actual finish was a bit more low-key.

Crossing the finish line. Image Copyright Frogfish Photography.

Crossing the finish line. Image copyright Frogfish Photography.

Provisional results pegged me at 50th out of 100, which later dropped to 52nd after final confirmation. So, I made my target of 53rd or above by the skin of my teeth. Five minutes quicker would have seen my placed 35th, so there's some potential for a much better result with more training. Obviously that suggests I'll be doing another one! Despite the pain at the time I really enjoyed it. Indeed, recovering in the transition area immediately after finishing I was considering what other options there were (thanks to the bloke who pointed out several, including the Evil Sheriff at Sherwood Pines later in the year).

Photos by Frogfish Photography, available on their Flickr site.

For those who have spotted the watermark and would hoist me by my own petard, yes I have contacted them about buying them, and yes I have notified them that they're on the blog. See, I'm not a complete monster!  :)

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Sandstone Trail

We were on Christmas duty at the weekend visiting my family near Chester, so I took the oppportunity to stretch my legs along a seven mile section of the Sandstone Trail on Saturday morning. I got a reasonably early start and set off from Peckforton Castle as the car thermometer read -4 oC. I didn't know the first part of the route, but I soon popped out of a field next to "The Gap" and the rest of Bulkeley Hill. This was the scene of many adventurous days on a mountain bike during my mis-sent youth, so I knew the next couple of miles very well.

Raw Head, the high point of the Sandstone Trail (227m!). Copyright Haydn Williams 2009

Raw Head, the high point of the Sandstone Trail (227m!). Copyright Haydn Williams 2009

Seeing as I'm getting on in years, the next few minutes whizzed by in a haze of rose-tinted memories as I passed the scene of James' near death on the gap jump, "The Snake Run" (controlled freefall down a steep muddy slope) and the old downhill run (don't forget to duck under the fallen tree halfway down). The path around Rawhead soon brought me back to the present day – big icicles on the shady side of the ridge (a good metre long) and spectacular views out towards the Clwydian Range.

Looking towards Clwydian limestone. Copyright Haydn Williams 2009

Looking towards Clwydian limestone. Copyright Haydn Williams 2009

As I passed Nick's house (you know, Nick. His parents live in the house on the left. He had a monkey called Spank.) and slogged over to Brown Knowl, the snow clouds started rolling in, and I finished just as the last of the sun disappeared. It was a good morning generally, and showed that you often have fantastic scenery very close to (your parents') home if you just take a second to actually look for it.

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White Peak

We ventured into the White Peak on saturday, with a walk from Hartington down Beresford and Wolfscote Dales and back up Biggin Dale. All three are very nice, and make a nice change from the rather busier Dove Dale further down the River Dove. MWIS once again got the forecast spot on, suggesting it would remain dry until early afternoon. You have to question where they get their data from to be so accurate, especially when everyone else (i.e. the Met Office, the BBC, Metcheck) were all predicting that it would be pretty much apocalyptic in the hills.

Rain and gales? I think not. Copyright Haydn Williams 2009

Rain and gales? I think not. Copyright Haydn Williams 2009

From Hartington we drove around to Dove Dale, where I went for a run. If anyone's thinking Dove Dale would be a nice location for a run, then take my advice and go somewhere else. Even when it's raining there's still hundreds of people, there's loads of gates, and the path surface is well manicured and therefore pretty much like running on a road. That said, I still managed seven miles up to Milldale and back, so I was pretty pleased with the results regardless. The rain started properly as I finished my run, so the timing worked out perfectly.

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Sweet shop and sunshine

Another early Saturday morning, and another sunny, dry day despite a less-than-promising forecast. Yesterday dawned rather chilly, with ice being scraped from the windscreen and Becs starting the dog walk in about eight layers of clothing. We had a nice five-mile amble from Baslow into the Chatsworth estate, past the house down the side of the river, and got back to the car just as the normal weekend hordes started arriving. I'd never realised that the little shop next to the car park is proper old sweet shop, with a lovely old lady serving you rhubarb and custards from massive jars. Brilliant.

Dog chasing in Chatsworth. Copyright Haydn Williams 2009.

Dog chasing in Chatsworth. Copyright Haydn Williams 2009.

From there we nipped up to Froggatt, where I continued to crank up the mileage and ran along Froggatt, Curbar and Baslow edges, and back again. It had warmed up an awful lot by this point, and I had a very pleasant bimble along the tops in shorts and t-shirt and was still overheating. I was pretty pleased with my time, and when I got back to the car we had an awesome picnic sat in the sunshine. Good work.

Lovely day for a run - Curbar and Baslow Edges. Copyright Haydn Williams 2009.

Lovely day for a run - Curbar and Baslow Edges. Copyright Haydn Williams 2009.

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Higgar Tor run

Becs and I took the dog for a wander around Padley Gorge this morning, then I acted in a most ungentlemanly manner and left them to fend for themselves while I went for a run. From the top of the gorge I went over to Surprise View, over Higgar Tor and back along the tops of Burbage North and South.

Padley Gorge to Surprise View. Copyright Haydn Williams 2009

Padley Gorge to Surprise View. Copyright Haydn Williams 2009

Despite a horrible forecast, it was lovely up there and still incredibly warm. Nice and quiet along the tops too, although there were a fair few climbers at Burbage North. This loop was what I had in mind as an initial target when I started running, so I guess I'll have to set my sights on something else now!

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