High Peak 40

 A revisit after several years. I did this race in 4 consecutive years thanks to Runfurther. Then it was no more until Chris revived it last year. I have to say my memories were not totally favourable. I loved the dry summer weather; was that always so or am I just dreaming. I love the section from Eccles Pike to way beyond Castleton and the top Bradwell Moor.  Also the section through the Dales on nice paths and with some lovely views of climbing crags. I do not love the long stetch of tarmac through Tideswell and even worse the section uphill on tarmac to Chelmorton.  Goyt valley is a joy despite being on an old railway bed and the valleys there are attractive.

I was returning so that I can complete my Finale Grand Slam; if not for this I doubt I would have entered.  In the space of a fortnight I have been to the Peak District twice and each race has had more tarmac and hard surface than I have run on for the rest of the year. In the week leading up to the race the forecast was pretty dire with a weather warning of heavy rain all day. Perhaps the roads won't be such a bad choice after all!

We drove down on Friday and I set off to explore whilst it was still dry and sunny. I have become involved in a Turf competition and taking some new and extra zones would help the team. It gave me a sense of purpose as I explored the older parts of the historic town and admired the architecture and general feel of the place. I ventured up onto the hill around Poole Cavern too. 

There looked to be some interesting eating and drinking places and it was a shame not to be taking advantage of these. I did bump into a friend on my travels- apparently he follows our van adventures to find new and interesting places to visit.

Back at the van I found Bob chatting to Ken and Jenny. I also spotted an email from the RO. He had at 3pm before race day been told by United Utilities that he could not take us through Goyt Valley. Given that the route mostly follows the big track and there would not be that many of us anyway it is hard to understand their decision. He had found an alternative but must have been super stressed by this. Sadly it also meant that the first 6 miles would be on tarmac. At least the race was still on. It would be about a mile short so perhaps I could complete in the same sort of time that I did a decade ago.

I slept quite well and there was not much rain in the night Up at 6 and soon dressed, fed etc I wandered up to registration. I was in time to help Nick put up the flags and banners. We stayed dry but it is always nice not to have to do this alone. Registration was swift with just a number to pin on and a tally card to get clipped. No kit check and there was precious little on the compulsory kit list anyway. I was carrying a spare long sleeve, hate gloves, a spare cag given the forecast and certainly over trousers and wearing a light cag.  In case the CPs were basic I was also carrying my own food. Before long the Gothic Hall was getting full and I moved outside to get used to the temperature. 

At around 7.30 I joined the procession of runners heading down to the Broad Walk on Pavilion Gardens. It started to rain a little and we sheltered under tress. I found friends to talk to and then Bob appeared to wave me off. He was hoping to see some of the town before the worst of the rain arrived at 11am. At 8am promptly we were off through the park, across the road and past the Serpentine. Then sadly it was up roads  steeply at first and then a bit more undulating.  I knew there were women ahead but I refused to chase. I needed to finish, was very unsure what the weather would do and have a longer harder race in a weeks time.  

Once off the main road the scenery improved and there was no traffic at all. It was dry despite the forecast but oh so humid. I considered stopping to remove my cag but decided that if I did we would almost certainly then get rain! Instead I undid it, tucked it all behind me and pushed the sleeves up. By the first CP at a road junction we had all settled into a steady pace and would see the same faces off and on for miles. From here we turned east and had some lovely off road for a short while. Sadly it was all too shortlived and we were back on quiet lanes below Eccles Pike, under the A6 and under the railway. The time passed quite quickly as the tarmac made for faster running but also I was chatting to 'wheelbarrow' man. He had recently done some crazy challenges as he ran pushing the barrow and he was very smiley and positive.

Sadly I lost sight of wheelbarrow man as we twisted through the village of New Smithy. Instead I hooked up with Essex man and as we were chatting away, being thankful for the sunshine and looking to be off the tarmac we went wrong. Out lovely little path was not to be. How neither of us heard our watches beeping is a mystery but we had to backtrack and regain our places. We had added perhaps 600m or so. It was annoying to try to claw back the places as we climbed to CP2 at the Beet Farm and joined the stone track.

Knowing how much I was sweating I made sure to drink and refill by soft flask. It looked like I would be fuelled by Mountain Fuel powder and bananas today. From this CP there are some wonderful miles. The stone track has quite a few trip hazards and I am a bit of a wuss on the descents but I had 'regained' my place by the time we reached Rushup Edge. I had planned to try to multitask and Turf on this section and so turned my phone on. Mam Tor was busy with tourists but I took the time to take a Zone and get a breather. I was hoping for two more Zones en route to Hollins Cross but they were on flat or downhill sections and I passed through too quickly; sorry team.

The descent to Castleton was a repeat of the Bullock Smithy Hike except this time it was very busy including an enormous party of Cubs who all wanted to High5 me. They were very mindful of us runners and stood to one side and were happy and encouraging. I quickly bobbed in to the CP before the village where I topped up with water, grabbed some food and in doing so overtook some folk. A little line of us left the village up Cave Dale. It was a bit greasy and so good to be going up not down. Around here the drizzle started and got steadily worse. It's nice for quite a few kilometres here until you guessed it- you meet the tarmac again. They are quiet roads but it is a long way to Tideswell and then out the other side. This was one bit that I remembered well from all those years ago and I knew exactly where to find the CP. I nipped to the loo, topped up my water and grabbed oranges and a banana. Again I overtook runners taking more time.

A pleasant run on in places muddy paths led us south through Tideswell Dale at to Cressbook and then up onto the Monsal Trail. Old railway lines are great for cycling but not so great in my opinion for running or walking. I passed a group of charity walkers and concentrated on a runner about 500m ahead. After a short distance it was back on smaller paths through Monsal Dale and then the first of the Deep Dales. Somewhere between Cressbook and here I overtook and left Jane with her cheerful chatter. A male runner caught me as we reached the CP at High Low; weird name! Now we were not in the Dale the rain became more apparent but it was still an irritation rather than the full on torrential rain that had been forecast. We commiserated about the steady upward climb on the road to Chelmorton and I was surprised that by a run/ walk strategy I slowly pulled ahead. I was tired but oh so keen to get the tarmac done with. There were more vehicles here and some large puddles as well as water just running down the road.

From Chelmorton it was back to tracks and paths and more scenic. All I could remember in advance was stiles and having cramp in one very hot year. It turns out it was a very pleasant few miles. Deep Dale was steep and the rocks and mud made me wary but my shoes were awesome and I did not slip once. (love my VJ Ultras). I also caught other runners here as they had been even more timid. I ran with one guy from here to the end. He moved to the area about 5 years ago and we talked races, favourites etc. The time and km went fast and we kept each other running. Once I saw the railway viaduct I knew we were close to the end and on the final path I realised it was where I had walked just yesterday. We crossed the line pretty much together. 7hrs 15 which is not so different to my previous times of  6.59, 7.01, 7.04 and 7.20. Bob thinks I was about 5th or 6th F. Rory was 2nd and I know Nick, Jenny and Steve all finished.

Thanks to the rain we quickly moved inside once we had been presented with medals and our finish time. Inside they wrote our certificates and I collected my 1st FV60 trophy. Bob came to meet me and I sat with several cups of tea and biscuits. 

Luckily the van was close by and a short walk as the rain was getting even worse. I stripped off all my drenched layers and got into dry warm clothes. The journey home was eventful with the M6 being quite scary with spray, sudden queues, standing water and some very unpredictable motorists. I was glad that Bob was driving and that we were in the van and not my little car. 

The Bullock Smithy Hike

 This is Nick's favourite race and local to him. He is an avid fan and has done it many many times. I, on the other hand, have done it twice before many years ago. I think  one of those was to complete a Runfurther Grand Slam and the same is true this year. It is certainly not my favourite race and I have such unhappy memories that I was not looking forward to it. Although there is a fair bit of climb overall at 2690m lots of it is fast, flat and runnable- not my strengths but worse lots if tarmac and what isn't tarmac is often nasty stony tracks. Unforgiving on legs and feet.

Having decided to do it I was trying to talk it up in my head. I had arranged to car share with Ian and so did not have to drive. I could take my tent and sleep on the finish line. The forecast was pretty good and the terrain likely to be mostly dry. I would see lots of friends and all I had to was complete not compete.

The race starts at midday and although this means there is no need for a crazy early start it does mean a bit of standing around waiting. I an picked me up at 9 and we were parked by 10.15. I went to put my tent up and register whilst I an went to help Nick with the banners. Mid morning I had a snack as an early lunch as breakfast now seemed a distant memory.

By 11.40 people were moving down to the park to collect tally cards (yes- another Scout event that won't give them up even though there is now electronic timing). There was some debate about how to exit the park. The main road is at least 5 minutes faster but we had been asked, not forbidden, to avoid that route. Lots still went that was which is why I didn't see some people for quite a few miles. Janet led the bunch out of the top entrance for a few seconds at least.  Before the first road bend a small group of men and two women were off at what seemed a crazy pace. I remember thinking they were either very good or very foolish.

The start with a clang on the Anvil

Despite having done the race before the years had eroded my memory for detail and I didn't really recognise anything until we reached Lyme Park. The first bits were a short section of suburban houses, a lane and some field paths. In Lyme Park I caught Julian who had gone down the main road at the start and also Paul who I was to run with for much of the last 10 miles. It was nice to feel you were out in the hills after an urban start. Bowstones came and went before a wonderful grassy contouring path and then a track to Furness Vale. I enjoyed the paths towards Chinley Churn and even the section of tarmac was fairly short. This was one of the few bits I remembered. At the bigger road I grabbed crisps and a Rocky Bar (not had one of those for years). I then followed two runners and missed a small turning into some woods but some retraced my steps and put it right.

Before long we were on the edge of the Kinder area and soon at Edale Cross. Stony paths but lovely scenery. Our late start meant these paths were quite crowded with people making their way back to Edale; especially after Jacobs ladder. At Upper Booth I lost concentration and followed walkers towards an ice cream (I didn't stop) but was soon back on track and heading along tarmac to Edale dodging the traffic and an ambulance

I had promised I would stop and eat here. The CP food was OK and having a list published in advance is very helpful. I knew there would be rice pud and fruit salad which I find always goes down well. I was made up when they said I could have a second portion. It was now very warm and I was very sweaty so I filled up my water and drank well. 

I was using Nick's GPX file from last year. He said east along the lane and then UP. I sort of remembered that route albeit in reverse although another runner went back and then up Harden Clough which does look a tiny bit longer but less steep. No matter I was soon at Hollins Cross and on the path I knew to Castleton. The views were lovely and the campsites were heaving. I was a little hesitant in the village and should have paid more attention to the info on CP location. It was in an old petrol station on the eastern edge after all the car parks. This did mean we avoided the greasy Cave Dale although going up it would not have been so bad. I wandered up the first hillside with some young scout explorers who were on a break and the grass paths were a treat until they turned to stony track down Oxlow Rake and into Peak Forest.

I had been wondering which women were ahead of me and now I had a partial answer. As I got to the Reading Room I met Ambi who was 3rd. Spurred on by some women supporting their husbands and who insisted on calling me Wonder woman I grabbed food, topped up bottles and left with Ambi. She was faster up the road than me but not by much and I kept her in sight easily. After a couple of short fields we were on quite lanes and tracks leading to the next VP in MIllers Dale. It would have been nicer to follow the little paths through Dam Dale,  Hay Dale, Peter Dale and Monk's Dale but it was not to be. I wonder if the original planned route went that way but entrants searching for the easiest path picked the lanes rather like they do at the Calderdale Hike?

At Miller's Dale I remembered the CP in the barn even if not the route either side of it. I had spotted some fairly serious chaffing bleeding onto Ambi's vest. I decided there was no point mentioning it. If it was sore she knew and if it wasn't sore perhaps she didn't need to know. The CP staff spotted it and suggested some first aid. I used this as a shameful opportunity to overtake. The next section to Chelmorton was a bit grim up a fairly busy road with just some nice crags and caves to distract me, plus the good company of a male runner. Once we crossed the trunk road it improved a little or perhaps that was just the promise of donuts at the Chelmorton CP. This was another thing I remembered- so two memories and both food stops. Hmm.

Bright moon- no torches needed on some sections

At least with the CP's being so frequent it was not far to Earl Sterndale. The Quiet Woman pub is no more but I remembered the distinctive skyline of what I think is Crome Hill and we reached the CP in the church in plenty of daylight. 

Not my pic but an amazing hill in profile

Ambi and a young lad she was now running with ere not far behind and it was good to have the company of Andrew who knew they was. I tried to tell myself to treat the tarmac as 'easy' miles. We made Brand Top without torches but neither of us could face a hot dog.  

I refilled with Mountain Fuel, had half a cup of tea and put my torch on. We left just before what seemed like a large pack of runners appeared up the lane. Around Three Shires Head Ambi passed me but I could still see their torches ahead and I ran on leaving Andrew which seemed a bit mean really. I tracked them across the moor and then along the lanes and we reached Clough Head CP together. I grabbed some foo, had a swig of coke and followed them up the lanes. I knew Ambi had recceed the track by Macc Forest and was not a fan. I was slightly ahead at the junction and decided to stick with what I knew and my GPX. The track is a little shorter and although gnarly I wasn't sure I wanted more tarmac even if I could run faster to make up for the extra distance. For me it was the correct decision. I had the track to myself and wonderful views of Manchester's night lights. Emerging onto the road near Walker Barn I had no way of knowing if I was ahead. The road was nasty although at least after the first few 100 metres there was a pavement of sorts.

Running down the minor road into Rainow I started to doubt myself. The road and houses seemed to stretch on for ever and I was starting to think that I had somehow missed the CP even though the GPX said all was good. I hadn't realised tat Kerridge End, Brookhouse and Rainow almost merge into one.  I had only been in the CP a minute or so when Paul arrived. He had used the road. He also knew the route very well and was happy for me to tag along for the next section. We left just as Ambi arrived. I am sure I would have found the way but it was good to chat and not to have to worry about the nav for a while. Once on the canal we agreed we didn't need to stick together although in the end our speed was so similar that we pretty much did. The canal was much shorter than in my memory so that was a massive bonus. From the Whitely Green CP we were on the disused rail track cycle path. At least it was dark and we couldn't see it stretching ahead. Again it was shorter than in my memory and Paul guided me expertly onto Towers Lane. This really did seem to go on and on but I was also determined to try to keep running and not let Ambi catch me. Eventually the lane ended and we turned right for the final section up the main road to the finish. Paul could smell the finish and gained second wind. I did the best I could and overtook one runner near the A555 By pass. It was a joy to see the railway bridge and know the finish was only metres away.

I hadn't made midnight but that was always going to be a big ask. I was chuffed with 12hrs 34 and to be 3rdF, 1st FV50 (possibly FV40) and 12th overall. Andrew finished just behind me, then Julian and then Ambi. The finish man suggested I clipped my tally but then didn't want it- apparently lots of entrants keep them as souvenirs (must be a Scout think like the Fellsman). I had several cups of tea plus two fried egg sandwiches before staggering out to my tent. My legs and feet felt more trashed than after the GRP thanks to the hard surfaces and I struggled to get to sleep at first. I did sleep and remember waking very hot and lying on my sleeping bag not in it, the wind getting quite strong in the early hours and some guys in the next tent being inconsiderate and noisy when they arrived for bed. By 7am I was up and ready for a second breakfast. By 8 I was ready for an other short lie down and actually fell asleep. Soon after 9 I was up, packed away my tent and took down all the Runfurther flags and banners. It was good to be able to congratulate others like Steve, Charlotte, Nick and Janet on their finish plus to applaud Rory's win at the prize giving. Ian had sadly pulled out with a groin strain and had his first ever DNF.

Rory- miles ahead at Miller's Dale

So 56 miles done and the Grand Slam s till on. Next year will be their 50th event (51st year but missed one due to Covid)......

Summer and another 100 miler

 Van issues had me guessing for ages  and even when we crossed to France not all was perfect but we made it. I love the GRP and turning up in Vielle Aure is like going home. We parked up by the river in our usual spot and lazed. 

My mate- promised not to leave it 3 years again

On my first wander into the village I was hailed by an old friend who lives in the village, he came across for a hug and to ask why I had been missing for 3 years. We are always made so welcome.

Our usual spot between farm and river

Arriving on Tues evening gave us plenty of time to chill. Probably a good plan as we had been very busy on the drive down through France with masses of climbing, VF and SUP.  I was a bit anxious that a daft swim across a lake had twisted and damaged my left knee but it seemed OK once I was warmed up. The race has grown massively since my first visit 10 years ago. 

There is a whole suite of races now and the official parking fields have grown too. Otherwise it is the same friendly low key event that I love. On Wednesday we walked along the river to St Lary and soon spotted the Sunters and Mark having breakfast in a cafe. 

We joined them for coffee. Mark and Albert were doing the Tour de Cirgues which promised some excellent scenery including Gavernie. Michelle was doing the 40km and looking forward to the shorter race. After a slow amble we had our standard panini for lunch before wandering back across the fields. It was the coolest we had been all holiday but not cold.  

Thursday was spent faffing with gear, race vest and drop bags. I registered early and also left my drop bags early- once that was done I could faff no more! This time the Sunters met us in Vielle Aure for coffee. 

We had another panini lunch and then walked downstream to the little lakes and fitness park. I wanted an early night but needed to do some exercise or there would be no chance of sleep. There had been some drizzle today and I was now praying for decent weather even if the paths would be wet and muddy.

Spectacular scenery

I slept as well as could be expected for a 4am alarm call and after a quick porridge pot and coffee was ready to walk to the village square via the toilets.

 Bob left me at the bridge and after a quick kiss was off towards Vignec.

Missed Laurant in Florac and never met up with Guillaume at GRP

 I had hoped to meet Guillaume, my Transpyrenea mate, but couldn't find him amongst 900 runners. I did bump into Martin on the start line though. The pre start was the usual, squat, rise, clapping, and emotive music. 

5am start

I was determined not to sprint off knowing how easy it is to get carried away in the dark along the flat tarmac to Vignec.  I spotted Bob and then settled into an easy pace into Vignec knowing we would all soon be walking up the steep hills. It was dark under the trees and I put my torch on. It was dry but cloudy and not really very cold. I was glad that back before the start I had put my lightest cag on over my race vest so that it was easy to pull off.

The climb up to La Cabane was just as steep as I remembered and despite my cautious start I was there in roughly the same time as previous years. Emerging from the trees was good and there was some running before the long steady climb to the Col de Portet which just gets steeper and steeper the closer you get. 1500m climbed already. No sun rise this year but some amazing temperature inversions with the beautiful sea of clouds.

Bastan- Campana area. Beautiful

The first CP and Merlans is after 15km and a huge climb. I am always slightly anxious of the cut off here which is daft as I arrived after about 2 hrs and so had almost 90mins to spare. It is always a relief to get past there and feel that you are settling into the race. I stopped for a mouthful of food but did not really need much. I love the next section past the lakes, bivy spots and refuges of Bastan and Campana. It's not the most runnable terrain but it is wild and beautiful. The paths were muddier this year and the fords soon soaked my shoes. There seemed to be more runners going at my pace this year and although not crowded I certainly had company here.

What seems to have become the standard approach to Merlans was a bit grim. Going up to Serpolet was not too bad but the mud and soaked and flattened grass on the other side was far from easy. I was now caked in mud to mid calf and going very slowly to try to stay upright.  I have to say that my 'new favourite' shoes VJ Ultras were awesome. The grip was great and although they got very wet they also shed water quickly. Dropping to La Mongie I heard my name- quite a surprise here. It was Guillaume's elder son and then a bit lower down the pastures I spotted his other son. Dad was apparently somewhere behind me. This year we were funnelled inside at the CP which was good as we were away from the crush of supporters and it made me more determined to stop and eat, drink and refill my bottles. Leaving the CP I spotted Guillaume's wife too. 

It was getting warm now but still rather cloudy. I was OK with a thin short sleeve and a thin long sleeve top and glad I had opted for shorts. AS we contoured the hillside there were multiple streams and so very wet feet but before long I joined the path that the Transpy used and was caught up in memories.  Knowing that due the construction work we would not be going up the Pic du Midi helped motivate my climb up to the Col de Sencours. Another 1800m climbed since Col de Portet, 3298m total with some big drops too. The tiny CP was rammed but I found a quiet corner and made sure I ate and refilled my bottles. We had been warned that there would be no water until Hautacam as the dry weather meant the usual source was not safe. It was now getting much warmer and in the sunshine we could see the peak of Pic du Midi. 

I love the run to Hautacam. It is wild, nobody other than us runners and lots of it is quite runnable- well not the three big climbs but most of the rest. Volunteers on Col de la Bonida, Cold'Aoube and Col de Bareilles are also super friendly and encouraging. There are some technical descents but they seemed slightly better than I remembered, perhaps because they were wet not dusty. I was running well, perhaps too fast but happy. There were fewer people around me now and it was just a shame that the weather was not allowing the usual views. Despite the warnings there was water at the cabane, perhaps they had taken a filter up with them as they were ratioing what we took. It was still very welcome. I was still hoping that Guillaume might catch me but it was not to be. His family were not at Hautacam and I worried that he had dropped out. Turns out he did at La Mongie after a fall tore a hole in his knee. Shame.

At Hautacam I always get cold when I stop. Now the tiny room is not large enough and they use a tent in the basement it is even worse. I stopped for soup and food and realised I was shivering so put my cag back on. The Samu lady came across to chat- she recognised me from previous years and it was nice to chat. She offered me a bed and blanket but I was keen to get going and use the day light. My old friend that used to marshall there has retired but the new staff were just as lovely. I forget how many times I had now been asked, by volunteers and runners, how old I was. Maybe I should get a T shirt printed. Almost 4000m climbed now.

Big climbs to cols

From Hautacam the route had changed. Instead of the road we were taken up and up across a hillside with no real path just a band where the worst of the vegetation had been cut back. Contouring on this narrow, steep muddy path was not fun and I was so pleased when eventually we turned onto better terrain and actually started heading for Pierrefitte. We were soon near the beehives and on familiar territory with a decent track that gradually dropped to the village floor. East running through a village led to the main road and then the nasty little path by the hydro pipes and the final lane into town. Town was crowded but the support was nice. The CP was much less crowded than I had feared. I made straight for a quiet corner by the fire doors and so had fresh air and space. I got food and then concentrated on retaping my feet and adding dry socks. Doing this DIY was much faster than waiting for the professionals and my feet were actually in pretty good shape considering how damp they had been. I swapped my damp long sleeve for a clean one but decided to keep my Transpy shirt on. I like the high collar that stops and rubs from my shoulder straps and it was proving an interesting conversation starter. I could feel a rub mark on my back and asked a supporter to tape it for me- turns out she was a volunteer on the Transpy this year. 

So many just WOW moments

From Pierrefitte there are some seriously big climbs including the dreaded Col d'Ilheou with about 2500m on it's own! First though came a steep climb through the woods before easier climbs that led along a section of tarmac that I had not run before to Estaing. Somewhere here it got dark enough for me to need my torch. The scouts that usually man the CP in the tiny ski resort at Aulan were here instead. What a wonderful bunch they are. We were waited on hand and foot with nothing too much trouble. I decided I would like hot chocolate- they had none but had milk, dark chocolate and a microwave. The end results was yummy. They had there usual pancakes and I had several. The lady remembered me being so so sick a few years ago but eventually being tempted to eat two plain pancakes. This year I tried for a lie down but it was too bright and noisy so after ten minutes I decided just to get on with it. Putting off the Col d'Ilheou was not going to help. I am glad I was not totally alone as the mighty climb took over two and half hours. Alone I think I would have been very dispirited but nobody overtook me and I caught a couple of people. The CP outside the refuge after the Col was not a place to linger in the dark, damp and low cloud. I topped up my water and left. From here to Cauterets was mostly downhill. It wasn't easy but passed more quickly than the huge climb.

The CP in the casino is always a welcome sight in the night and has plenty of space. Here I met one of the volunteers from my Transpy- she had actually been at 3 of the CPs! We chatted as I got more food. The GRP now have lots of rice pudding and it goes down a treat. Again I tried to have a brief sleep but despite a ten minute lie down it was too noisy.  Knowing there was only one big climb in the next section I opted to leave. Col de Riou adds another 1000m but starts fairly easily and is on OK paths. The race now has lots of  relay teams on the 168km route. Spotting their race bibs and checking the colour kept me busy. Yes, race head on now even if I wasn't exactly zooming along. It also meant there were more people to chat with. There was a dreadful mud section that reminded me of the first year I did the race but mostly it was OK. Dawn arrived and another superb inversion and mountain views. No sign of the rain now and today was going to be hot. We missed a turning just before Bedderet and annoyingly had to back track uphill and put it right. Probably only 10 minutes and I think the only bit where I would criticise their flagging. Usually to turn off a big track they put tape across the main path so you know to stop.

I grabbed a bit to eat and then set off on paths I knew quite well to Grust and Sazos, gradually making my way down to Luz. There were a couple of muddy wet sections where the path cuts the zig zag road corners but it got better the lower I went. I had joked about perhaps seeing Albert and Mark here depending on how fast we all were. As it turns out they both bailed in Gavernie and were on a bus in Luz missing me only by minutes. I arrived in town hot and sweaty but knew this CP was less stuffy. I found a quiet spot in a corner and made airing my feet my priority. Some fresh tape and dry socks made a big difference. I had put a change of shoes in both drop bags but there was no way I was swapping my VJs- they were proving very comfortable. I had extra food in this drop bag but really didn't need much. I had been eating at CPs but not eaten much of what I was carrying. I did take time to top up my Mountain Fuel and to make sure I carried two more big doses with me. Once I had eaten it was time to go.

The route to Tournaboup was new to me. I had glanced at the map and seen we were using the north side of the valley but had assumed it was the lower paths that we used in the opposite direction on the Transpy. It wasn't and having my expectations shot felt hard. It was now very hot and there was little shade on this side of the valley. We kept climbing and often seemed to be heading west rather than east as we needed to. In retrospect I can see the altitude difference meant we would have to climb 1000m somewhere but at the time I was not happy. Luckily I made friends here with a small group of guys and chatting to them helped pass the time. I felt a bit guilty as once we could see Tournaboup a few km up ahead that I decided to run away from them but hey ho. We now had Tour de Cirques runners sharing our route and this encouraged me to run more. 

At this CP I ate a huge portion of rice pudding and fruit salad, topped up both water bottles and set out into the glaring sunshine. There are more tourists on this section but the paths were not crowded despite the Tour de Lacs runners joining us. I lost count of how many times I stepped off the path for young men flying along on that course- they were all very appreciative but stopping for 60 runners adds quite a bit of time! There was not much running on the climb to Cabane d'Aygues Cluses but it is a nice route up through increasingly wild rocks and meadows. We had been told there would be no water as the dry summer had reduced the flow at the source and so it was poor quality. It was then a nice surprise to find there was water after all, but no food. The climb to here always takes longer than expected but then to the Col/ Hourquette Nere seems very short. Another 1000m up from Tournaboup and the last truly big climb done. From here I always think the end is in sight.

The views at the Col were amazing and I should have stopped to take photos. Instead I concentrated on running as much as I could of the descent. The open meadows were a joy even where the path was rocky and although once in the woods the path was more tricky I was passing plenty of runners, except those on Tour de Lacs where the race is shorter. The fords were well flooded and I gave up worrying about keeping my feet dry. Before long it was open meadows and the turn up towards Merlans. This climb seems small after all the rest and we were soon on grassland paths with the ski restaurant in sight. 

I have been here in all weathers. Today it was hot and sunny so I sat on the terrace and ate some food. I made friends with a guy who asked my age and it was fun to run off and on with him and his mates all the way to the end. The Col de Portet came quickly with a herd of special Basque sheep with their cloaks and hairdos but the section from there really seemed to drag even though it is reasonable paths. Eventually we started the gradual descent to the gate and then the steep drop through the bracken. On damp soil this was easy this year and I was soon in Soulans. There are always crowds there as it is an easy drive up from the valley. They spurred me on and I was overtaking people now.  I was a bit anxious about the three sections where the path cuts the road corners knowing that these would be wet and greasy but I arrived above Vignec safely. It was now super hot!  

'Sprinting' the river path

I ran through the village and could small the finish. A very brief walk past the campsite and then I ran the whole way along the river path and towards Vielle Aure. Big sings letting us know what distance remained were a great motivator and I felt like I sprinted up onto the bridge and down into the square; I am sure it didn't look like a sprint. A timing mat just before the bridge alerts the red carpet crew of your arrival and so you are announced as you appear. The crowds here were massive and all shouting loudly.

With Carole after crossing the line

Crossing the line Carole came to meet me and behind the barriers was Bob. 

The pic says it all

I took a few moments to get my breath but was happy and not as trashed as I have sometimes been.

From before half way in the race I had been hoping to beat the other FV60 and then found out she had been timed out. I was then hoping I could beat the FV50s but was not at all sure this would happen. 

When I checked at Cauterets I think I only had a buffer of one hour- not necessarily enough and so I was super happy to find I was in fact 1st FV50. 

I collected my medal and finisher hoody before meeting Bob for photos. There was food on offer but it was CP food and I really wanted something with more taste. 

In the end I had a beer. It was cool enough not to need to jump in the fountain this year  but warm enough to sit on the steps chilling and cheering in other runners. 

Loads of  people came to congratulate me.  The next day I did soak my legs in the cold river water.

I was very keen to get a shower so we wandered back to the van where I collected all my stuff before walking to the shuttle bus (the showers are on a nearby campsite). Once clean and fed I fell into bed and slept really well- no hip aches this year.

Sunday is the prize giving and closing buffet. The awards go on a bit as every local mayor plus all sorts of others talk for ages. We sat at the cafe through the first part but still moved to stand in the sun too early. I kept my perfect record of a podium on every visit to the race. 38 hrs 05, 1st FV50 and 60, 12th F overall. 

It was crazy hot standing in the buffet queue but well worth it once through the gate. The food is amazing and free beer and wine as usual. We both over ate and I had lots and lots of beer. Martin S came over to chat and congratulate me. 

We finished the day off with a walk into St Lary for ice cream.  So an ultra fuelled by rice pud, beer, panini, Mountain Fuel raw energy powder and a months worth of filled pasta, salad and wine.

Lakeland 100

 After winning my age category in 2024 I got a free entry to this year's race so this would be L100 No.4. I was really looking forward to the weekend as I knew I would see so many friends either running or volunteering. Our van was sick and STILL in the garage. We borrowed a tent as neither of us wanted a mountain marathon tent for the whole time. It was big and I think I could have parked my tiny car inside it!

I had been constantly checking weather forecasts all week and it seemed we would be lucky. Certainly not the heat and sun of a few years ago but still quite warm, little wind and only a few light showers of rain. We were parked up and had the tent erected by mid morning so I wandered off to registration.

Plenty of time to chat to friends, faff in the tent and sit drinking coffee with Bob. After lunch I went for a lie down and think I actually fell asleep for a short while. Sitting around made me think it was chilly so I swapped my shorts for 3/4s and kept a long sleeve base layer on. I should have known I would be much warmer once we started running and spent the evening dripping sweat but hey ho.

The briefing was earlier this year and gave time to go back to the car to collect kit and to visit the loo yet again. By the time I arrived at the hall it was packed so I squeezed into the lobby area.  Some words at this year's briefing have set the tone for this report. Marc said many runners have been heard to say " I can run that route in the Lakes anytime, why would I bother paying to enter the race?". That was my attitude some years ago; I didn't get it until by chance I ended up organising the Kentmere CP. It was a steep learning curve and not having run the race didn't help but I had a great time. I showed me what the event was about, let me see the camaraderie and just how much is given to charity. I was a convert. Running that CP also got me a free entry for 2021. So this blog will not be a tour of the fantastic Lake District landscape and views but a celebration of all those runners I met and all the wonderful volunteers.

Borrowed this- we might not go over peaks but it is not flat!

I get really nervous in the run up to most races although orienteering where the scope for embarrassing errors is certainly the worst! Once in the start pen I calm, until they play the motivational music and then I get a lump in my chest and end up fighting back tears. This year I was huddled with Kevin and Adam so chatting with them distracted me a little. The bottle neck after the Miner's bridge means people start too near the front and too fast. Despite moving slower than I could have done I passed runners on the way to the bridge. Yes I had to queue a little on the next path section but with over 100 miles to go it really did not seem a serious issue. This has been my year for 'doing my own thing' and finally understanding that a slower start actually pays dividends in the end. I marched the ups and trotted the downs ignoring those prepared to be more reckless on the descents. I had a chat with Raj who I have not seen for several years and also Helen who I met at OCTs.

Coming into Seathwaite along the lanes I had my first supporter boost when I met Brian who had been my partner at the OCT race. Despite my best intentions I was only a minute slower to here than last year. 

The CP was in full party mode with a crazy Irish theme and shots of Guiness available. I didn't need much but topped up my water and grabbed some wonderfully sticky flapjack. There was more support at the pub and I am embarrassed to say I didn't recognise who was cheering me on.

I seemed to be amongst more runners than usual as we headed through the woods past Wallowbarrow Crag and onto Grassguards. The path here never dries out and our feet were soon soaked and muddy. From that point of view it was certainly a race of two halves with the first half being much much wetter underfoot than the second part. Rounding a bend in the track I got a shock when I came across a large pig, and then two more. 

I was initially a little anxious but they just ignored me and continued rooting up the path. The descent by the fence at Spothow Gill seemed less daunting than last year and we soon on an easier path heading into Boot. The support here at holiday cottages and the two pubs was loud and enthusiastic as was the welcome at Eskdale Mill where the CP is based. My time to here was exactly to the minute the same as 2024 . It was now very humid so I topped up with more water and grabbed food and sweets.

A number of male runners passed me as we headed up to Burnmoor Tarn but I was content with my pace even though I knew I would likely be even slower on the rocky path down to Brackenclose. We were starting to settle into a 'slot' and the runners I was with now I would see off and on for many miles. Just before the campsite I decided I would use my torch and was glad to have put it in a side pocket for easy access.  

Super heros ready for a long long night

The Wasdale CP is always very welcome. Set in a big open sided barn there is plenty of space and I fed on sandwiches, tea, cake and topped up my water yet again. Their super-hero theme was infectious and their efforts really do lift your spirits. 

Actually descending to Brackenclose but you get the idea

Leaving the CP and heading up to Black Sail Pass is an amazing sight as you see the trail of head torches in front of you and even more so behind you. I made a new friend here as I spotted a vest with Rivy Run Club. Turns out they are based at the Rivy Brewery so I may have to head over one Thursday evening just to say hello again and run with them. I was pleased with my progress up the stone step path- stomping seems to have become a strength.

Along the next section to Black Sail hut I was with Helen for a while and also Libby who introduced herself as " you used to run with my dad". Yes, now I feel really old.  No really, it was lovely to chat and ask to be remembered to John. There were campers at the hut cheering us on and the bridge had been replaced. Libby left me on the run along Buttermere but I think it was here that I met up with Martin the music man. I was very slightly up on last years time and feeling OK. The next CP is not my favourite perhaps because I arrive in the dark and it is outdoors with no cover if it is raining. I now know what to ask for- a mug of chocolate milk and two hot dog sausages but no bread please.

Always feel sorry for this CP if it is rainy

All the way from here to the col below Sail I had company and Helen set a good pace which meant I ran well. The initial descent is stony but it soon becomes a wonderful grassy drop to the outskirts of Braithwaite and one of my favourite CPs. I arrived an extra few minutes up on last years time and although they were dressed up the volunteers here are great. I took the chance to sit and make sure I ate properly. The grapes and rice pudding were amazing and then I spotted yogurt and chocolate milk. I knew I should aim for more solids but just didn't fancy pasta.

I enjoyed my run to the outskirts of Keswick and up to Latrigg car park- perhaps because we were chatting so much. Matt and I continued to chat and run all the way around the valley and across to the Blancathra Centre. The time passed quickly so thanks for the company. In previous years I have arrived here seriously worse for wear feeling sick and sitting with my head on the table. Today I felt quite fresh considering we had been running all night. A cup of tea and slices of toast with jam and also porridge with jam and I was ready for the next section. I was trying to be efficient at CPs knowing just how long can slip away if you are not careful. It worked as my dwell time on the tracker site shows 1hr 43 which is much less than some that I ran with.

The Threlkeld cycle track seemed to go on a bit but I did manage to run pretty much all of it and even caught some runners as we were heading up to the Old Coach Road. 

Cheers Jon

I must have been moving reasonably well because I overtook some runners, caught Libby and arrived at the new Dockray CP 30 mins up on last year even though it is about a mile further down the hill! It was great to see Jon, Shirley, David and Jo. The new CP is better and although on a still morning there were some midges it would have been worse up on the moor. A sandwich and a cup of tea and I was ready for the off and so left Phil sorting out chafed bits. I was gobsmacked to see Kevin H here- but he had been really sick. I was now getting into race mode and had asked Shirley how far back the next FV60 was. She thought about 3 miles, so is that about an hour maybe? Not enough so time to press on.

I had caught some faster runners but they then zoomed off as we headed towards Aira Force and Gowbarrow. The views this morning were great and Ullswater so calm. I hoped Bob would get a good day for his walk. I felt very positive and catching runners on the lanes helped. In my memory these went on for ages but today they seemed to pass quite quickly. I lost a few places on a wee stop but decided it would be quicker and better than the portaloos. Then suddenly I was at Dalemain and now 40 mins up on 2024. The marshalls guiding us through the arch etc were as supportive as ever but this year the 50 runners were starting at 10 not 11 and so there were hundreds of them milling about and cheering us in. 

I know several of the CP staff and was pleased to find the tent less crowded than last year. I grabbed a seat and settled into a routine. First job was to get my shoes and socks off to let my feet air. I was a bit alarmed to see how raw the rub marks around my ankles were. Not sure if it is the shoes or the amount of water and grit that got in. They guys on either side of me were also suffering and the shoes had been awesome in all other respects so I put them back on again and left my second pair in the drop bag. I used my magic drying spray and hoped the Ktape would stick. It stung but did the job and with sore bits taped, dry socks on I settled into eating. Stew, sandwich, fruit and a cup of tea. Another shock was to see that Lawrence was retiring here. Jane took my drop bag away and I hobbled across to the tracker screen. She thought Jan was only 40 mins or so behind me. Damn. (turns out she was wrong but it certainly spurred me on).

I had been worried about getting caught up in the 50 start but in fact the only hazard as last year was cars coming in to park. It is easy running to Pooley Bridge which allowed all my food to settle. The village was heaving and everybody cheering. Then Albert spotted me and ran up the road to chat. As he headed back to the pub for breakfast I got another boost as I met Mark coming down the road. From the village up onto Askham Common is a trudge but I could see runners up ahead and used these to pull me along. It's familiar territory for me and this allowed me to run relaxed and catch Alice and show her the way to Howtown. The festive mode continued with cow bells announcing our imminent arrival and a Land Army theme. Banana and salted potatoes filled me up.

I love Fusedale. It's wild and empty and even better there are no rocky or stony paths to hurt your feet. There were two runners up ahead and although I didn't catch them they certainly pulled me along and I was alone on the wonderful grassy run from the Wether Hill col all the way across Bampton Common. Perhaps me favourite section of the whole route. Turning at Low Kop the path was still good and the first 50 runner came past, closely followed by 4 more. I had been dreading to drop through the bracken but it was much drier and easier than last year. The path along side Haweswater is a trial and although I tried to run bits there were too many trip hazards for my tired legs. I now had a constant stream of 50s coming by and must have stepped off the path for about 25 of them! They were all appreciative and also encouraging. I no longer get excited when I spy the end of the reservoir  knowing that the true end is behind the Rigg and quite a bit further on.

Mardale CP take over the car park and although there were chairs I didn't want to stop long as I knew it would make the enormous climb to Gatesgarth Pass seem worse. I grabbed food- mostly fruit and pushed on. I was now 80 mins up on 2024. I think it was here that I left Phil, although at the time I thought he was ahead of me. All the way up the 50s were giving me encouragement. Half way up I stopped to change my sweat soaked top and to drink the chocolate milk I grabbed from my drop bag earlier. I hate that I am now such a wuss on stony descents but in fairness my feet were very sore. 

At least I seem to be able to gain back time on the climbs. It was a relief to reach the lower section heading to Sadgill where there are little grass verges to run on. Despite all this I had gained a little more time when I reached Kentmere- helped by the fact that this year there was no loud and scary bull and I didn't miss the turning off the lane.

Kentmere was staffed my RunJMC- Jamie, a friend who organises races like Pendle way in a Day. Sarah and Andy were also there manning the wifi/tracker set up. I asked Sarah for an update on the next FV60 and it seemed I was now further ahead although we both agreed that there was not much I could do about it really. The hall was decked out in an 80s theme and Jamie looked fab in his pink and purple shell suit. Two smoothies and some crisps got me going again.

Garburn Pass is becoming horribly eroded but going up is better than trying to run down. I passed Elaine who was injured and feeling miserable. There wasn't anything I could do and so I pressed on towards Troutbeck. it was another stony track so slow for me. After the road crossing there were loads of supporters  and lots of 50s coming by now, all of which helped motivate me. The running from here to Ambleside is easier except for one section in the woods and I arrived 114 mins up. 

We usually avoid places like Ambleside when we go to the Lakes but today I really appreciated all the cheering crowds.  I missed Noani at the CP and didn't really want to stop and eat. I should probably have taken more but just had fruit.

Having so many runners around me really encouraged my run into Skelwith Bridge and Elerwater. More crowds were waiting and this section is fairly flat on good paths. The campsite at Chapel Stile was rammed and people were so encouraging especially when they spotted the green bib of 100 runners.  

A few hundred metres more and I reached the CP which I knew would be the last one I stopped at if all was going well. The volunteers were amazing as usual and kept trying to tempt me with food- rice pudding and cold custard! Yum. They even found me a spoon when I couldn't find my spork. over an hour and half up now put me in race mode- could I finish in the light? Could I finish when the pubs in Coniston were still open?

There have been years when the run through Langdale has not been a run but a slog so it was nice to feel able to jog and walk fast. I got another morale boost when I spotted Josie sitting on a rock; she spends a lot of time in the valley and I wondered if I would see her. 

Josie caught me walking

The climb to Blea Tarn passed quickly and although the path across the the virtual CP on the wall corner was wetter than on OCT it was drier than previous years. What a difference doing from here in the day light makes! I could see where I was putting my feet and could run even before I reached the road. 

From the farm at High Tilberthwaite I could see the CP and this spurred me to jog along the road. I hadn't planned to stop here but enthusiastic marshalls blocked my path and announced " you used to teach us, we left in 1994/5". Ok, yes I really am old. It was lovely to see them and have them offer to help me over the stile- cheeky buggers - but I was now 150 mins up and wanting to press on.

I threw my money in the pot at Jacobs ladder and clambered up the stone steps. I don't know who they built them for, a giant maybe. It was great to see Tilberthwaite and Hodge Close in the day light and to be able to see runners ahead on the path for the whole of the next section. It was confirmation of the path and a real spur to keep them in sight or reel them in.  In the dry and the light the descent towards the Copper Mines was much easier and once he realised how close to a PB I was Martin urged me on. His knee was sore and it would have been nice to run in together.  The road was easy and I avoided all the pot holes. The village was packed and the pubs spilling out onto the pavements. We were guided across the road and over the bridge. One tiny hill now past the petrol station and then down to the school gates and the finish gantry. 

Sally met me and guided me towards the marquee where you have to wait and make a solo entrance.

Nice to be walked in by a friend

Bob was waiting and although I probably looked a mess it was wonderful not to feel totally trashed. Negative splits too! With 14hrs 37 at Dalemain and then 27 hrs 43 overall.

Yes. 2 and a half hours faster than 2024. Not quite a PB as in 2021 I managed 27hrs 35 but I was over the moon. 1st FV50 and 60, in fact 1st M/FV60. 7th F overall. 

I begged a seat and sat with my post race meal and a pint. Let the recovery begin. Then it was back to the tent for a quick wash and bed. 

Bob cooked me my favourite post race breakfast of two fried eggs and I was already feeling more human. I wandered the field chatting to friends. 

Derek had a great 100 run, Sarah finished the 50 in a respectable time. Hem who shot past me early on was only 20 mins ahead at the end- it would have been nice to chat as I only see him once a year. 

I found time to go to the Montane tent and try the compression legs and also to have a massage. The prize giving was superb as usual. 

The volunteers try to get there to continue their weekend party and so many still have bounce and buckets of enthusiasm.

Great to chat and share some of the journey

Sat in the VIP area I was able to catch up with Phil and worry him that we had to hold hands and run to the stage. Marc changed things this year so men and women went up separately, shame as it had become a tradition with Martin T and then Mike R. 

It was great to see Jackie get her 100 x 10 slate and Maria get her 500. One day I must meet Jan, the next FV60, and thank her for pushing me on and on.

I like to think I did

Marc has a 48 hour rule... by then you will want to do it again. I was already plotting. I now have 4 FV60 trophies and a free entry for 2026. Wouldn't it be wonderful to get a set of 5 AND get my 500 slate? I also think I have the FV 60 record for the course although I have had to trawl through results to guess this and might have missed somebody.