Ras y Moelwyn 2015 (and more)
I did a recce of the Ras y Moelwyn route five years ago; it took me almost 3½ hours and I walked quite a lot of it. Thankfully, Saturday’s performance was a bit better.
I did a recce of the Ras y Moelwyn route five years ago; it took me almost 3½ hours and I walked quite a lot of it. Thankfully, Saturday’s performance was a bit better.
On Friday, Porthmadog was the hottest place in the UK.
On Saturday morning, I awoke to snow on the tops!
After a few years of looking yearningly at photos of grit tors with seaside views, I finally made it to Northern Ireland’s Mourne Mountains last week.
Well, quite a bit to report on from the last couple of weeks. We’ve had a weekend in the Peak District, some snowy fell runs, a race, and a ramble.
Christmas and New Year have, despite my best intentions, been relatively running-free. It was therefore with eagerness (and a hint of guilt at my seasonal excesses) that I set off onto the Glyders a few days ago.
A rather exciting weekend, consisting as it did of the first truly snowy run of the year, and then a family trip to see The Who.
Last week was both geographically and topographically varied. From Loughborough to Aberdeen and back gave me the opportunity to fit in some outdoors stuff, so I took advantage and did just that.
“Running farther than I normally would” was the theme of last weekend, and very well it turned out too.
This year’s OMM was based in the grandiose surroundings of Clennell Hall in Northumberland, the courses being spread throughout the Cheviots to the north. Stuart and I got up there on the Friday evening, and managed a reasonable night’s sleep before a not-too-disorganised morning and a stroll to the start of B class.
Snowdonia was nominated for the most recent gathering of ex-MPS members, and a cracking time was had by all. Saturday’s chosen activity was a group walk along the Nantlle Ridge…
The best running days are the ones which include a lunch break. This one involved Ras Cnicht before lunch, and Y Garn afterwards.