Climbing Contrasts
On Friday, Porthmadog was the hottest place in the UK.
On Saturday morning, I awoke to snow on the tops!
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.
My second running of the Belvoir Challenge (15 mile version), and a different route to last year just to confuse me!
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.
Yesterday I went North of The Wall.
(Then South of it. Then North again. Then South.)
“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…