The Grand Slam is still on

 Race 11 in the Runfurther series was the UTYD, Ultra Tour of the Yorkshire Dales, was once the Yorkshire Trod. I have done the longer 100km three times before but never the shorter 51km. It would be quite nice not having to trudge up Buckden Pike and not having to leave the lovely event HQ and go out on the second loop. Or would it? I was almost jealous of those going over Simon's Seat and Barden Moor until I remembered that we had family visiting and arriving for an evening meal on Saturday.

The forecast looked quite favourable with no rain, just a bit grey and not really very chilly as little wind. We drove across on Friday evening and put up a couple of flags/banners and the display boards. There was even time to chat with Mel the RO. Our planned camping spot for the van was occupied but we soon found an alternative- just hadn't factored in the sound of falling leaves and stalks onto the back of the van roof all night. Hey ho.

We were up early, fed etc and Bob dropped me off at the bottom of Grassington village before 7am. He had plans for a walk to gain a couple more trig points and 2000' hills. If it all worked out he might even see me as he was dropping back down to Litton and I was doing my last big climb. I divided my time between toilet visits and chatting to friends. I had not realised when I met Evan that I knew his dad, I had not seen Tony H for ages but I did mess up not chatting to Charlotte and Steve more about our AGM. There were few Runfurther runners and not that many runners in total on the 50km or the 100km. I have no idea why? The event centre is good. Parking is fairly easy. The route is superb and race is no more expensive than most others. The CP food is good with one excellent stop for us on the 50km as we go round. 

Before 8am there was a short briefing and we were herded outside. I started further back up the lane than I planned and was so busy talking that I suddenly realised we were off! My plan was to try but not to race hard, just make sure the Grand Slam was still on and that I did not get injured before the OMM next weekend. In my shock I did charge down through the village but then eased up on the climb up from the river. Easy running led past the school and along lanes towards the moors. It was amazingly dry underfoot and any streams were easy to cross- quite a contrast to 2023 when we were redirected twice to avoid submerged stepping stones and bridges.  I was soon too warm and had to take my cag off. Once on the moor I was overtaken by a young female but interestingly she never really pulled  away and I kept closing the gap, letting it open, closing it etc. Hmm- perhaps I might race just a bit?

I chatted to Mark as we headed north to The Weets where I claimed my 99th Trig this year. Again he kept pushing the pace and even overtaking but then never really moved ahead. This was repeated by about 4 younger men as we turned west along Mastilles Lane to the Malham car park and our first CP. The team there were keen to let me know that 1st F was only just ahead- yes I know but I am still not sure I am really racing today. I needed nothing and when I announced that I had not even drunk any water I was accused of being a camel. The big track around the tarn soon gave way to rougher paths up and over the beautiful moors that would then lead us back east. The cows I worried about above Middle House Farm were not there and although there were some a bit later they did not seem interested today.  Two of the young men got ahead here as I was more cautious on the paths with bits of limestone showing through. My shoes were great but I did not want a trip and fall. Dropping towards Arncliffe I could still see them so I had not been too slow. 

Actually a different bit of river path but you can see the beauty

It's a small diversion through the village to the CP in the village Hall but at least I now know where it is unlike one runner I met who had missed it. I arrived as Victoria and Nicola were leaving but was determined to make sure I ate as this was our only real CP. I scoffed pizza, cake and banana in the hall and as I wandered back into the village.  The path up Littondale was wonderfully dry this year and I could see Nic just ahead.  There were marshals at the stepping stones warning they might be greasy but all was fine. 

Photo pinched from 2022

At the pub in Littondale I caught Victoria, who was doing the 100km, and Nic. We were busy chatting as we climbed steadily up onto Firth Fell and then suddenly there was Bob on his way down. A quick kiss and chat and I was off. From here I somehow just pulled ahead- perhaps they were both busy chatting. I gained on the lad ahead and used this to pull me up the ridge and down the other side. There were a few boggy patches on the descent but mostly it was easy and fast running. I was now 1stF  and felt I should try to keep that. 

The only downside to Dales running- ankle biting gates

I knew the way and broke the final run down Upper Wharfedale into 3 chunks of Buckden to Starbotton,  then on to Kettlewell and then finally Grassington which would be by far the longest chunk.  There were more walkers about now but it wasn't crowded. I started overtaking men on the trail but had no time to look behind me to see if Nic was chasing me. Starbotton came quite quickly and after the bridge here the path became more busy but on all the narrower sections the walkers were very kind and steeped aside for me. I had expected water at Buckden but must have missed it or misunderstood. My Mountain Fuel was a bit too strong and I really wanted to dilute it  but also needed to drink now. I did consider a quick diversion to the public toilets or campo site in Kettlewell but told myself I could wait until Scargill House where we would have water. 

I had been running with two guys doing the Dales Dazzler, a new race for Punk Panther races, which for some reason was on the same day. A bit odd but it worked in my favour. The guys briefly disappeared into the car park in Kettlewell but by the bridleway near Scargill House woods we were back together. I now had water and it was good to chat. These grass paths are real favourites of mine and make for very easy and pleasant running. One guy pulled away a little but using both of them for pace really helped me on this final leg. Heading across the last fields we met a herd of very large and very intimidating cows. They were stretch out in a line and moving at pace steadily towards us. I think they were just curious because a few shouts and arm waves saw them disperse and I didn't even need to leave the path. Once past the dairy ice cream farm I knew it was a short and fairly level run back to the Town Hall.  A quick glance behind me reassured me there were no other runners in sight and a check of my watch showed I would just slip inside my predicted 6 hours.

I crossed the line in better state than in previous years and was chuffed with 1stF and 5th overall. Time was 5hrs51 and I was only 44 mins behind Adam who won in 5hrs 7.   I had collected my commemorative Buff at registration but now claimed a can of local beer and lots of food- real Yorkshire puds with chilli, homemade soup, cake and custard - all served to my table plus two big mugs of tea. 

I was recovered and happy when Bob arrived to collect me and help take down the Runfurther stuff. Mel being busy had almost forgotten about the prizes so I was able to make Nic's day by giving her the UD race vest and then some Injinji socks to a young man doing his first ultra.

It's a great race and I might go back next year for the 100km again, simply because I like the route so much. We left early but all Runfurther runners finished so well done to Stuart, Charlotte and Steve.

13 Valleys Ultra

 A newish race and certainly new for me. Not a Runfurther race either! When I entered I had not really factored in my Runfurther Grand Slam wishes. It ended up meaning 3 big races in September and a stressful orienteering race on the other weekend that month. I tried to tell myself that all I had to do at Bullock Smithy was get round.. yeh, OK.  Told myself the same for High Peak 40. No need to stress, no need for Runfurther points just safely get round and enjoy.  Once these were done and dusted I just had to hope that I was not too tired. Oh, and nearly forgot that I became involved in a Turf Team event which runs from Sept 6th to Oct 5th! Lots of hours on bike.

Thanks for driving and taking care of me

The forecast kept changing and I gave up worrying and just expected that I would get wet and some point- hopefully not until later on and hopefully not too wet. At least it was localish and mostly on ground that I know pretty well. We drove up with plenty of time to spare and I went to register and leave my drop bag. At least once it was gone I could stop faffing. Registration was efficient and I was soon back at the van. 

After a quick stop at Booths we headed up to Castle Rigg to while away some time. I got changed and took a very short walk. Then sat around I stressed about how chilly I felt. I lazed on the bed but did not sleep.

By 5.15 I was back at the theatre by the lake and ready to start. I bumped into both Stuart and Joe and amused them by stating how chilly I felt. I sat in the cafe and chatted to runners before deciding I had to move outside. 

I got a nice photo and then spotted Paul N, Mark C and others to talk to.  Now we were in the funnel I was less nervous - we were all claiming we would be slow!

Despite being determined to set off slowly I got pulled along by the crowd and the fact that compared to the steep start at L100 it was easy running. I should have been worried that I was keeping up with Paul and that Mark was somewhere behind me. We were cheered through town and Portinscale before heading onto the terrace path that contours below Cat Bells. This was a joy to run on despite one boggy section. A big track led towards the Honister road and it was starting to get dark. I had put my torch in a side pocket so that it was easy to access. Good planning I thought.... except at some point in the previous 48 hrs it must have been on. As I plonked it on my head and pressed the button nothing happened. I took the battery out and tried again. No. I took the battery out and flipped it. Still no. I tried not to cry. I dug in my sack and found the tiny torch I planned to use for such eventualities. I located the spare battery and popped it in. Thank God. I had light. I trotted on towards the road and up to Honister. The CP was in a tent in the mines car park and there were plenty of supporters cheering us on. I felt good as I took food and a drink, until they said I was first woman. Oh dear; too fast too soon?

I left following torch lights up the stone step path and then along the old tramway. From Dubs quarry to Warnscale bottom was awful. A really technical path that in the dark was for me really tricky and slow.  At least it was not as bad as when Rowena and I jogged down it on the fateful Borrowdale OMM! I was overtaken by faster men but was not the slowest. It was a relief to reach the wider flatter path to Gatesgarth Farm but then my stomach started cramping. What the heck? I am almost never sick. It got worse and I made an emergency toilet stop behind a wall. I think it was there that Elaine and Rachel passed me. Climbing up to Scarth Gap felt hard work and my stomach kept complaining. I made another stop. Fortunately this section of the route was just the reverse of L100 and so the nav was very easy.  I made reasonable time down to Black Sail Hut but then struggled on the climb to the pass. The descent to Wasdale took longer than I expected and I arrived desperate for the toilet. I was anxious about eating but knew I had to try if I was to have enough energy to keep going. 

The path from the Inn to the road was waterlogged and the road to Brackenclose had big puddles. All the paths after this and especially around Burnmoor Tarn we waterlogged and muddy. There was no hope of keeping our feet dry. Amy and another female runner ran past together and seemed to have so much energy. I was on my own and really suffering with my stomach. I reached Boot and headed along the road to the CP at Dalegarth station. I had planned on some rice and a tiny amount of curry but what was on offer was pot noodle style and I didn't think it was wise. I had cheese, a cup of tea, mini donuts and as it was sweltering hot inside set off up the lane again.

At some point here I ended up in a loose group of runners including Elizabeth and Amy. The climb up out of the valley; again L100 in reverse ,was muddy and the section around Harter Fell never seems to dry out. We deviated from L100 onto a big forest road that was easy running and then lanes to turn back towards Walna Scar road. The lanes seemed to go on a bit but at least there were no trip hazards. Once on the old track it was just head down and keep going. I kept Elizabeth in sight and although she got ahead at one point I caught her again near the car park and we ran down through Coniston and on to the lakeside and the next CP in the Boat House. I knew I needed to eat more and so had hot chocolate and rice pudding. Paul arrived but was feeling sick and worried he would have to pull out. I left with Elizabeth but soon needed another emergency toilet stop and so ended up alone for a couple of km.

so grateful for these little flags on the last section

Leaving the Lakeside and climbing up towards Grisedale Forest the GPX trace didn't seem quite right. I stopped and tried it on my phone. Just as I had decided it must just be slightly off and that there was only really one path David arrived. He agreed and we climbed together. From this point we actually ran pretty much all of the race together with just a short separation near Grasmere. He was running his first 100 and was very good company. Mostly the conversation flowed although later there was also some companiable silence too. We chatted all things running, ultras etc and the time passed more quickly. My stomach was still grumbling but at least I didn't need to stop. Eventually the question was asked.. How old are you? Turns out he is younger than both my sons and I am the same age as his mum. We reached Hawkshead and it's pretty cobbled street and then it was up and up over Claiffe Heights. They look small compared to most Lake District hills but seemed steep today. A short run along the side of Windermere brought us to Wray Castle. David's family had arrived to cheer him on and I dashed off to the loo. I ate porridge and soup and more  but was still anxious about how it would settle.

We set off together for Skelwith Fold and then easier running along to Elterwater and Chapel Stile. The Cumbria Way was nice and flat so I was a bit cross that I was not running as well as I had hoped. Still we were making progress and no longer needed the torches. I was even getting warm. The next CP as at the New Dungeon Ghyll. Friends welcomed me and I felt guilty at not really wanting much food. My stomach was feeling slightly more settled and I did not want to tempt fate. David's family were staying at a club hut in the valley and so had walked out to meet him and I set off a little ahead.

The next climb would be a beast all the way to the top of Rossett Gill and then on to Angle Tarn.  In the daylight I was able to spot other runners and members of the public up ahead and I just concentrated on closing gaps and not letting any gaps get bigger. David caught me up and then around Styhead Tarn overtook for a while but we were together again as we headed to Seathwaite. It was a lovely day and we were ticking of the miles. By now there were also 7V runners on the route and so more company. At Rosthwaite my stomach finallt seemd to be improving and I risked soup and more food.

We set off together up Stonethwaite and towards Lining Crag and Greenup Edge. Another tough climb although it passed more quickly than we had predicted. At the top we were welcomed by Melanie one of the Nav4 hill safety marshalls. The drop into Easedale was fine- some muddy bits, some wet rocks, some huge puddles but we were soon at Lancrigg. Here I met Matt N who had run out to meet runners. David pushed on and as Matt and I were talking we missed the footpath turn and had to back track. I was then alone heading into Grasmere. I picked up the nice path just the other side of the hedge on Easedale Road but this then meant I stayed on paths on a little detour into the village. Unsure exactly where the CP was I checked my phone map and lost another minute or so. I arrived at the CP just after David. Simon F was injured and so volunteering here and Paul who had pulled out turned up too. I managed soup, banana and cheese. It was a joy to stop and faff with my drop bag. My socks were almost dry- the VJ Ultras are not only good on almost all surfaces but they also seem to dry out fast too. My foot tape had shifted slightly but was still attached so I left it alone. I discovered that I had lost a glove at Wray and so put my waterproof over mitts in my sack and swapped my torch battery ready for the second night. 

David at the start

We left together again and having eaten more we struggled to run initially. A mix of stomp the ups and run the flat and downs led us past Grasmere and Rydal Water and then the lane from Pelter Bridge to Ambleside. I don't think I have ever walked it before and the lane seemed to take forever to reach Rothay park and the little hump back bridge. The route then followed a bizarre way along the main road almost to the Watershead jetties before climbing up into Skelghyll woods. We made decent time along the lane and were soon at the Troutbeck CP, actually before the main village. More friends, more food and more water.

We jogged down to Church Bridge and were happy to be overtaking 7V runners.  As we headed up Garburn Pass and turned behind Limefitt Park the rain started, and then stopped. And then started again. We left our cags on and jogged up the valley. We knew the further north we got up this valley the steeper the climb would be. AS we passed beside Troutbeck Tongue the weather got significantly worse. In retrospect it is here that I should have stopped and put on another layer and perhaps my over trousers. But I didn't and within minutes it became difficult or impossible to do so. Taking off my cag to add a layer would have meant a drenching. Sitting to put on over trousers was not appealing. We marched upwards into the thick mist. Apparently I struck the pace here with David  full of admiration. In reality I just wanted to get up and then down out of the weather. 

We couldn't actually see Thornthwaite Beacon but I knew it was there. We checked carefully for the correct path to High Street. The paths were now like rivers, you could see perhaps 5m and it blowing fiercely. I have walked and run on those paths so many times but it was really disorientating. We couldn't see the marker flags that had been put out for the last part of the race and kept losing the path. Descending to The Knott David skidded on mud, did a wonderful pirouette but then went splat. He landed on and broke a pole. The descent to the Filter House was tricky and there seemed to be headtorches scattered all over the hillside. The CP was glowing in a weird red light thanks to the sponsor Altra.  It was a very very welcome sight. We had both acknowledged that we very very very cold and David did a great job keeping us on the GPX route. Once inside we added layers- I now had everything on except my spare gloves. The shell over-mitts were doing a good job. I was worried that I was shaking so much that a medic might try to stop me but I must have seemed fairly lucid as I admitted I was cold, said I was adding all my layers and drank two cups of hot tea.

Taken hours before we got there in the dark and rain

In a way it was a case of bolting stable doors because as we dropped lower to Hartsop we were much more sheltered and of course the rain started to ease too. It had come at just the very worst time for us. It still took half an hour or so to get warm even with jogging. Patterdale and Glenridding were easy and then it was a steeper pull up to the CP in Bury House above the YHA. We stuffed ourselves with pizza here and prepared for the big climb to Sticks Pass. It was wet underfoot but the rain was no longer an issue and the wind was less fierce. We started chatting again and realised how silent and focused we had been on the last tops. We both admitted we had thought it might mean a dnf, not so much because we were fed up but more for safety. Now though we were both determined to finish and felt that it was game on. 

Another Nav4 hill safety tent was at the pass but I did not see who it was. The descent is steep and slippery at the best of times. After the heavy rain it was treacherous and I really felt for David trying to cope with just one pole. 

One pole

Having made it safely to Legburthwaite there was some verge running before the path around High Rigg and then over Low Rigg. Everywhere now seemed incredibly muddy and it was almost a relief to meet the lanes and to run on tarmac for a few km. David's family appeared briefly in the car and then we found my van parked just where we turned off into the woods for Threlkeld. Bob was awake and now knew he had a bit of time before driving to the finish line. I felt I was moving slowly now and the lanes up to the Blencathra Centre seemed so much longer and steeper than I remembered. I tried to encourage David to push on but he was having none of it and insisted that our pace was good and that we stuck together. We ate a bit at the CP and I had more soup but really now we just wanted to get the job done. I tend to go a bit quiet once I am super tired and although I remember a conversation about hallucinations I feel I could perhaps have been more encouraging here. Again this section was L100 in reverse which helped lots. David was a bit dispirited looking across the valley at the head torch lights on the Cumbria Way but he pushed the pace and we negotiated the short rocky stretch and were rounding Lonscale Fell sooner than I expected. I knew I was tired but did not feel sleepy , just aware that my brain was not really working well.

We agreed that we would try to run/jog where we could ie. the downs and maybe the flats. I said I could not run any ups and it would not be an efficient use of energy. We ran on the good track down round Latrigg and down the track to Brundholme Lane. We actually overtook people. A mixture of jog and walk took us into Keswick , through the town and into the underpass. The final bit seemed really cruel. As we passed the event centre gantry the volunteers waved and we di a lap of the Heads out towards Booths and then eventually back to Crow park. Looking at a map now it doesn't seem a big deal but on the night it felt a long way round and mean. We pledged to run up the path over the knoll of Crow Park and all the way to the finish gantry and we did. we crossed the line together. Success. 

We were presented with medals and then I received an incredibly heavy trophy and an flash pair of sunglasses. Bob appeared and escorted me inside for a cup of tea. The only food on offer was CP food and I did not need more of that so it was back to the van, a short drive, a quick wash and bed.

David completed his first 100+, a tough one. When I entered it said 180km, then later 183. We ran 187km and had 7216m of climb. I was delighted to be 3rd female in our time of 35hrs36mins. 

My watch died- hence David's Strava

Only 10 women finished. We were 19th and 20th overall. We had both been keen to finish inside 36hrs. A tough race and two full nights with no sleep. Bad guts for 18 hours had made it even tougher.   The finish rate was just 41% if any further proof of toughness was needed.

Lessons. Be more prepared to put on , take off layers. Add all the waterproofs as soon as you think you might have to. Carry imodium even if your constitution is usually sound. Recharge your watch at the bigger CPs or find a way to get the battery to last longer. Take the battery out of the torch when packing and only add it back just before the start.

Comparisons with L100 were inevitable. I like both and they are different.  is tougher- longer, at least one much bigger climb and some more technical descents like to Gatesgarth. For this race there was not the same event centre where the vast majority were based and camping. I guess for those with accommodation in the town this was no big deal. There was limited campervan parking and at an additional premium price! This sort of changed the atmosphere. There was not the same crazy briefing either but we can't all be showmen like Marc and Uncle Terry. Not having a decent meal at the finish was poor I felt although there was apparently a brunch of free coffee and cake from 10am the next day. There was no finale prize giving. Instead you were given medals at the finish and then drifted away without the big fan fare that you get as you enter the tent at the end of L100. No T shirts unless you bought one but that is fine as I have too many already. A road book was provided but no map, but then how many of us actually use a hard copy map when racing now? No age categories in the results at all- is this because it is a newish race only in it's third year and the numbers are still lower than L100? Even if they do not give awards I know many runners would like to see how they did compared to others in their age group. Would I go back? Maybe.

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.